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Hari Smith Holms
Poems by Hari Smith Holms : 60 / 323
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I take a walk everyday,
To reach my Destination.
But I can't get to it anytime,
It gets away from my vision.
I know Hills play, such trick always,
I know the sky does the same,
But my destination that I want to go
Is playing the mirage game?
I say 'No' to my skeptical mind,
Say 'Yes' to start the walk.
The home I can not ever find.
I blame my ailing luck!
Hari Smith Holms
Submitted: Monday, February 20, 2012
Edited: Friday, February 24, 2012
Poems by Hari Smith Holms : 60 / 323
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Our horizons recede as we move farther! We are continually duped by fate! The moment we feel we are at something and are about to hold, it slips out of our grasp! ! That's life! The blunt reality of life is presented in a metaphorical way! !
Do we really know our destination... I believe it changes many times in life. Interesting write
awesome write...home is where the heart is.. :)
Wonderful composition, I liked the way you portrayed the underlying irony. In the last para did you mean -Say 'yes to the start of the walk? ? The use of capital letters in Destination or Hills, is it deliberate?
a prelude to nature and its love
I know Hills play, such trick always,
I know the sky does the same,
But my destination that I want to go
Is playing the mirage game?