It's frazzle feel as a non hybrid seed,
Born to incinerate my cradle need!
Born to incinerate my cradle need!
Grown up without mother's feed;
Is it fair on credible creator's deed?
Either like or dislike;accept kind-heart's share,
Longing for least of fake love and care;
Longing for least of fake love and care;
Face blooms when filled with day's fare,
Search of cheer in washed out life is rare!
World view as maverick ,mean & rash;
Mob mistrust & maul me a wordy lash,
No matter if adjured aim afar to an ash;
When Friend's fun is ever refreshing flash!
Color, caste, culture are an abortive line,
When birth and death dates are not mine;
'Forget & forgive' are human's sign,
Who so ever ask,my answer is always 'fine'!
Written by:Sowmya
On 5th Nov,2012.
Note:frazzle-exhausted state;incinerate-destroy;maverick-unorthodox & independent person;adjured-urged,maul-wound;abortive-unsuccessful
Wonderful..definitely a masterpiece Soumi :)
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Lovely soulful writing, Sowmya:)
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Good one...
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Good to see your writing after a long time Sowmya... Why don't you join www.poetry.com
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