My dreams, my imagination, all gone
Just with one blow of the traitor.
Laid under open sky on the dust
Still, without life, for hours. Betrayal, pain, sufferings. the thoughts of insensitive mind that offends you.. like this poem. tony
Thank-you Sir. This poem I wrote for horizon. When I have to think of horizon how will I paint it an unknown. Then I thought how a person is crushed and left to die. But he rises to see the setting sun at far and wants to reach that horizon. With every step the horizon too receed but in hope to reach it at some time he makes it to life and rises up again. That is how this poem took birth.
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My dreams, my imagination, all gone Just with one blow of the traitor. Laid under open sky on the dust Still, without life, for hours. Betrayal, pain, sufferings. the thoughts of insensitive mind that offends you.. like this poem. tony
Thank-you Sir. This poem I wrote for horizon. When I have to think of horizon how will I paint it an unknown. Then I thought how a person is crushed and left to die. But he rises to see the setting sun at far and wants to reach that horizon. With every step the horizon too receed but in hope to reach it at some time he makes it to life and rises up again. That is how this poem took birth.