a night....staggering with lakka bonanza,
often pursue I, after a girl baby sold,
working shadow glimpsed 'tis haunting eyes,
wobbling to the target.......
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poignant to its best. The pain brings out the bitter truth. Thumbs up, for the lines are awesome
Life isn't always a bowl of cherries the dark side of life is the path we do not tread, thought provoking poem...regards
Swetha, this is great poem, reading it I found myself in the pages of history, feeling the touch of darkness and pain, finding oneself on the arms of just must knowing its is not what is mean to be. An incredible write. I love it
pain, rebellion, helplessness set the tone of this poem... there's no exaggeration in the scene portrayed. a social issue of relevance dealt deftly!
It was darker ink and shadowed images used to appear in this poem...It makes me thing about hard life, real one and the other side in different rights. The rhetoric question left there make a good conclusion to fit readers mind.what they feel and what they think...it is a good poem, u reveal all out..keep it up :) write more and thanks for inviting Swetha_Unwritten Soul
You depicted the tragedy of our society.Very true.Great work Swetha!
Powerful write! Indeed Pain truthfully flying with heavy wings, with each flap one tear made of blood... I can feel flipping and crashing hearts, my fingers hardly type..