Every heart must pass the test of time
In the transient moments of precious life
To salvage the glimmer of delicate love
And restrain the inherent emotions of the mind
In this convoluted theatre of ceaseless strife
With the sumptuous hope of better tomorrow
Beneath the desultory clouds distorted gorge,
Where fate smolders the saplings of faith
With the uncertain flame of circumstances
Ah, you've tugged at my emotions and caused my mind to wander this morning, Bhuwan. Although, understood on first read, I found myself reading this over and over. So very well penned, my friend. Thanks.
Tami
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on September 3, 2003
Yes Bhuwan, I think of how easy my life has been compared to others. And I have failed myself to sieze what opportunities have been there for me. I die a thousand deaths because I am mortified by my actions. Others much less fortunate die but one. Your Friend Always. Bill Murray
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on September 3, 2003
Great descriptive write!
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on September 3, 2003
This makes me think of how my troubles are 0 compared to others. Excellent poem! Bhuwan..
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~Jackie~
I agree with Ron...
Powerful write my friend...
Trixie :)
Tarek
Well written piece!!
love Tinka
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Tami