Expression...A Poem by KhaakiI never knew i could write... But i am learning how toA few
tipsy thoughts Of my misty mind Lash out a
flurry of words, And pass on the pain. A furious
sea of sorrows, That was immured within The
cragged glaring walls That fortified my soul They succumbed to the load And were razed for eternity The cry of
robbed hearts Tears its way to heavens And so I
scribble, My woes and worries, My whims
and fancies My ecstasy and grief My heart
is airy It does not choke anymore As I begin to learn The art of expression… © 2012 KhaakiReviews
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Added on March 4, 2011Last Updated on June 7, 2012 AuthorKhaakiNew Delhi, , IndiaAboutThese cruel ticks of time, i cannot even curse... As the grayer grew my hair, younger grew my verse... picture courtesy Michal Marcol... freedigitalphotos.net more..Writing
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