UNTITLED
Came as a fruit of spring filled all with delight
The prodigy had a look on his face that left all mesmerized
Showered with unconditional love and care
The guy was always apple of eyes
Grew up into calm composed budding ambient
With taken for granted love and care he became self indulgent
All those who sat him on their shoulders
To him they become mere ordinary existence
Being adulated for no reason still kept him on cloud 9
Closed his eyes, as they were, inculcated in him, Ignorance
Living in myths of being affable
He unknowingly grew into a heartless soul
At once that myth broke
Glass were shattered and tainted, reflections were blurred
He looked inside himself found banging wind chains
Amid the unbearable melodious vibrations, were Lovely childish still frames?
He broke he cried but tears were dry
He stressed hard but emotions were dead no idea where they lie
He tried again, again and again finally felt a thing
A dull thing
The only thing
I AM SORRY
Mayank Rajput
3rd December 2009
2 comments:
nice thought :)
a good lesson indeed .. loved the flow in your poems :)
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