Blossom Mist (24 February 1978 / India)
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The Fall
I open my eyes one fine day,
To find myself hanging on a cliff at bay
I focus my mind on how I got there
But fail as if my memory wasn’t there
I find it hard to understand, How I ended in an accident
The earth seems moving, the sky seems falling
I thought to myself it was heaven calling
I prayed my last as breath seems to fade fast
I felt happy to be free, as it would end all my misery
My fingers slipped, my strength dipped
And I started falling off the cliff
I dropped faster and my head felt lighter
Like an untethered kite or a swift feather
I saw myself going down a gorgeous ravine
N I rose like smoke from campfire fine
How great it felt to shed the load I dealt
To feel light as a bubble n get rid of the trouble
I crash on the ground and stare up the sky
To see my life flickering by
Today I see how empty I have been
And know I cant come clean
I lay life deprived, I know I don’t have a reprieve
I close my eyes and the last of my breath slips by…….
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I am missed in mists. Very good poem.
Nice way of describing in a smooth and simple lang. love it so much
i admire such simply effective poems
thank you for share it with us
regards
this is such a nicely written poem....good work :)
What a great write, so beautifully laid out, truly a wonderful way of describing a tragic end, breath taking
Good Work, it was my email today
this is a wonderful poem, the concept is a marvellous one, i like it....keep it up....and you are a brilliant poetess.please read my new poems.
the idea of hanging from a cliff, falling, crashing on the ground is breath-taking when taken figuratively...Well done, Blossom, and keep it up. Is Blossom Mist your real name? It doesn't sound Indian...
Thank you...... my dear! ! ! I am really elated
One of the best ways Death can ever be defined.No one remembers how they arrived on to death.. Great work..
Thank you Vipin for the lovely comment