Hope without DopeA Poem by Diwakar - "The Warrior of Will"fun and fun
A showering, towering yet flowering hope, Dances madly, gladly yet badly doped, I tried immensely to capture, rapture yet fracture my thoughts, But my bedazzled feeling, dealings and kneeling breaks ingot,
How can I see, me as free of darkness, As a clement life full of light, sight without night, Like incessantly tapping queen, teen always so keen, I will find a hope without dope, as an unending rope,
My ferocious thoughts fly, cry and lie, How Can I behold the gold, without getting sold, My fluttering consciousness speaks, weeps and beeps the danger, A danger of aimless goal, soul, letting my identity stole,
Like a starry night, fight and a right, I still stoutly believe in smile, being agile in my style, Let’s hope for life, without strife in unmoved edgy knife, Like a son of mad, bad yet unmatched dad. © 2013 Diwakar - "The Warrior of Will"Author's Note
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AuthorDiwakar - "The Warrior of Will"Delhi, Delhi, IndiaAboutI am a dim ray in the world of enthralling darkness of misjudgment and iterations. I am a note of melodious tune of peace in the world of cruelty; I am a mischievous thought of freedom in a cage of fe.. more..Writing
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