Your name is carved in my soulA Poem by Balkaran SidhuEvery morning, the familiar sky high and blue, warm and tender Liberal as her state of mind bright and new with each beginning Etches onto my cursed life On plans, of desire, of attachment But my heart is a gadget of hope plunging my life in anticipations I drown myself in imperishable love It leaps without a care shining among the revelation of nights With a practiced devotion it grows like a necessary weed For love, in those intimate places. My life is a volatile dream unstable inside its own domains Free as the shimmering of the ocean liberal as her own mind. An ambient happiness of bittersweet returns it holds my breath together for my last battle, with myself, with my life Poverty and defeat are my last resorts The color of weariness fades my soul But my spirit lives,just under an inch of the familiar fragrance of love.
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6 Reviews Added on August 14, 2013 Last Updated on August 14, 2013 AuthorBalkaran SidhuHanumangarh, Rajasthan, IndiaAboutHome will always be here... Poetry Anthology- http://www.amazon.com/Divided-Seven-Billion-Balkaran-Singh-ebook/dp/B00KQ3668Q/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=&qid= Facebook -https://www.fa.. more..Writing
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