Elude Poem by Vishorag Shadja
Elude
Time had slipped,
I rarely noticed.
Grief has me gripped,
At the highest.
Filled with anger,
And the highest hate,
Should I check rather,
Why am I so desolate?
If you do know,
Then what's my fate?
To amend and re-grow;
Isn't it too late?
Its only to late when death is knocking at your door, before that you have time to design a life that is all yours. A fine poem, thoughtful and humanly relatable.
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4/27/2024 11:46:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A refined poetic imagination, Vishorag Shadja. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.