flying but on ground

lost the battle which left me on the pile of dust...
pieces of past comes and nails but......

am waiting for the time to change
fetching me the golden thread of fame...

when i look there at the sky
broken wings kills the zest but why....

love you so true..everything was right
you made me a villain, letting all left died...

see am rejuvenated,craving for a new start...
people would love me, negative gonna thwart.....!

Reviews

[Rahul]

A poem you've written is nice and it's came from your real life... where yu've faced love and passed through the pain. Well converted into your words. Nicely penned.