(Seven) Months back
I was hurt, felt pain running through my veins
I cried, but I tried hard to blur my pains
I thought hard, I asked why
I fought hard, I asked why
But no answers came by
(Seven) Months back
I was hurt, like never before
I cried, but I tried to stand straight like never before
I thought hard, I willed, not be budged
I fought hard, I willed, not be nudged
But nothing came by
(Seven) Months back
I was hurt, for hurting some ones sentiments
I cried, but after hurting others over their predicaments
I thought hard, I asked, did I hurt anybody
I fought hard, I searched, the hurt somebody
But none came by
(Seven) Months have past
Changing things the way, as only time could
Changing things the way, as only time should
For it is true, time is the only healer
For it is true, time is the only resort for a feeler
(Seven) Months have past
Making me realize, justice is round the corner
Making me realize, justice is real sweeter
For it is true, crests and troughs are one and the same
For it is true, life is a zero sum game.
posted by Akhilesh @ 10:51 PM
2 Comments:
Nice. Real nice. I often find it hard to craft words into poems. Prose, I can write any day - but poem - well, I never think I can.
Some critique:
Seems like you tired too hard on the third verse. And the last but one line:
"I fought hard, I searched, the hurt somebody"
-the hurt somebody- ?
Looks like you need to work on this.
And in the fourth verse:
"For it is true, time is the only heeler"
I guess it should be healer instead of heeler.
Good one dude. Keep penning.
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