(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…….

Submitted: Wednesday, January 04, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, January 04, 2012


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  • Giorgio Veneto (3/5/2013 2:44:00 AM)

    I am missed in mists. Very good poem.

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  • Passionate Flower (3/14/2012 9:46:00 AM)

    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

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  • Amatulla Mohammadi (3/7/2012 1:45:00 AM)

    this is such a nicely written poem....good work :)

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  • Lizzie O'neill (3/6/2012 11:28:00 AM)

    What a great write, so beautifully laid out, truly a wonderful way of describing a tragic end, breath taking

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  • Dave Sutton (3/6/2012 8:04:00 AM)

    Good Work, it was my email today

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  • Wahab Abdul (3/6/2012 7:42:00 AM)

    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.

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  • Jasbir Chatterjee (3/5/2012 11:08:00 PM)

    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...

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  • Blossom Mist (1/9/2012 9:48:00 PM)

    Thank you...... my dear! ! ! I am really elated

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  • isabella Francis (1/9/2012 8:02:00 AM)

    One of the best ways Death can ever be defined.No one remembers how they arrived on to death.. Great work..

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  • Blossom Mist (1/4/2012 6:21:00 AM)

    Thank you Vipin for the lovely comment

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