Like falling leaves
dry and brittle...aimless
Facing the onslaught
of harsh winds...
I stand on the threshold
of the autumn of my life...
Thrown directionless
by the storms that threaten
My existence
Scared, scarred,
Helpless...
Parched....
Seeking solace.
1 comment:
Beautifully written ofcourse.. How dare I even give you compliments.. when you are the one who taught me to imagine right, poetically speaking.
But yes what needs to be brought to your notice is that the issue you've raised really needs to be 'felt' by people, understanding is not enough.. That's a poignant piece of writing which wakes us up to reality..
Thank you ma'am..
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