A number of problems at my hand
with little levy drips the sand
The thrust of competition whole in a grind
I still look in it a peace of mind
Speed up says the crowd walking by
You don't speak whole truth without a lie
Flow of words and all of veracity
There is no test which stands my integrity
Galvanising the people, consolidating the thoughts,
all recorded , without taking notes.
Losing out not just little in keeping a bind,
Being still selfish for a peace of mind
Cursing the dead, blaming the past,
when standing tall for any half-mast;
Allude of powers which made me blind
with little vision, I search my peace of mind
Lonely as he stood at the cliff,
I beg of you not to make it more stiff
In search of that solace, in search of self-pride,
I walk back to start, there lies my peace of mind.
Showing posts with label Highly powered language. Show all posts
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Monday, September 28, 2009
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