Can't Withstand More .

Can't Withstand More .

A Poem by Shreyam

Can't Withstand More . © Accentuation 2011

by Shreyam Chattopadhyay   

I am forever searching high and low,

But why does everybody tell me no -

Neptune of the seas

Have you an answer for me please --

And the lily of the valley doesn't know ......

 

Some say love it is a river

That drowns the tender reed.

Some say love it is a razor

That leaves your soul to bleed;

 

Some say love it is a hunger,

An endless, aching need

I say love it is a rose,

,And you it's only seed.

 

I lie in wait with open eyes --

I carry on through stormy skies,

I follow every course

My kingdom for a horse ...

But each time I grow old

Serpent of the Nile,

Relieve me for a while

And cast me from your spell and let me go

 

 

Messenger from Seven Seas has flown;

To tell the King of Rhineland he's lost his throne,

Wars will never cease

Is there time enough for peace ?

But the lily of the valley doesn't know .........

 

When the night has been too lonely,

And the road has been too long;

.And you think that love is only

For the lucky and the strong.

 

Just remember in the winter,

Far beneath the bitter snow--

Lies the seed that with the sun's love,

In the spring, becomes the rose........

 

                                                      --- Shreyam Chatterjee

© 2011 Shreyam


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nice flow,easy imagery.the last 4 lines we just have to be patient, shows that life will continue

Posted 13 Years Ago


awesome !! choicest of words :)

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If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you would like to know is what my lousy childhood was like, all that a David Copperfield kind of crap, but in truth, that stuff bores me. Call me a.. more..

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A Poem by Shreyam