Vidi Writes

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* Yet - Poem by Vidi Writes

Tiny remote village then, now it’s a town
I was born, yet not buried down.

With Mothers, Fathers, Brothers, Sisters, Lovers and children
Among all relations I grew, yet with seclusion.

Soul yearned to touch all lives around with a plea
Devotion sky high, yet not as deep as blue sea.

Actions, reactions and precincts
Had my troubled times, yet knew my relentless clouts

Refused to melt in emotional stunt
Touched by the Fire, yet not being burnt.

Expectations and experimentations, part of being bold
Took my calls, at times being called, yet not being sold.

Learnt to love life, it’s but own self
Deep within found a powerhouse, yet to get hold of

Be with that inner voice, shut door to outside
Taunted to be different, yet things get subside

Matter of days, months and years, to reach to divine
Live life of intrepid, yet to kill that ultimate concern

The one who has healed himself is blessed
Can then touch the lives of others yet not being touched.

Villages don’t remain stagnant over years
Towns to super towns change vital, yet only a few withhold with gears


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 10, 2009

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 10, 2009

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