Rusted Dagger Poem by Nalini Jyotsana Chaturvedi

Rusted Dagger

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It's the first rush
Like fresh spring bursts
Child like and innocent
Trusting every moment
I felt the warmth
That helped me
Sail through winters
And rainstorms

But
The charm of love
At first sight
Soon tarnished
And weathered
Full of fright

This what I fear
For now
A rusted dagger
Will stab me somehow

Saturday, August 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Fear
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