At the crossroad
I was knocked down
by the galloping horse.
Past me he sped
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Well conceived and elegantly brought forth from the heart. A beautiful creation.
For subsistence hope is needed. A brilliant poem is well composed and shared here. At the cross road time is knocked to awaken. Excellent sharing this is.10
Write comment. Imagination, Singh. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
Oh, harbinger of hope! But I am crippled for life. nice write, thank you for sharing the poem with us
Very poignant! How one can certainly be knocked down by hope. A wonderful poem, Akham.
Life often give us a nasty blow and we have to pin our hope on subsistence. Liked it.
Life! ! We should all give in a helping hand. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The poem is notable for its graphic description of a freak accident that leaves the reader gasping. Quite an impressive write. Thanks.