Reaching Out For My Passion Poem by nithya raghavan

Reaching Out For My Passion

Rating: 4.0


Standing on the edge of the cliff,
i wonder why,
the flowers of my tree,
never blossom into,
a fruit at spring.

Standing on the edge of the cliff,
i wonder why,
the fairy tale which,
i built out of my dreams,
got burnt over night.

Standing on the edge of the cliff,
i wonder with,
black tears stinging,
my delicate eyes,
at the cartoonist,
who gave shape to my reality.................

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Raj Arumugam 07 November 2008

a poem of strong emotions and vigorous realism...

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