from the diary of INSIGNIFICANT one.... : part I

part : 1 POEM

MY HAND AT POETRY :

( its not good I do not expect it to be either, but I felt I should Share my words with everyone no matter how bad I write ,,,, Do Forgive me for saying the word Poem)

I heard her moving

When I turned back,

She was gone

She was not my Past

She is not my Present

She will not be my Future.

But she was Born,

With me

And she will not Die

With me.

She is my companion

My only comrade

Yet not my Guide

She is : My HOPE

She was born with me

But she will stay forever

After I have GONE....

One day she will

Mature to Reality

She will stay Forever

To fulfill the unseen......

But now she plays

As she hides again....

I wonder

Will we win together ever...

P.S- (its neither decent , my apologies... to my dear readers time and again.

but I am in a mood to speak out my words......)

thanking you to bear with me,
paulOaries

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