My Ship wrecked and fell in no-man's land,
I am building every corner of it
And shall be soon ready for the voyage.
I am thrown in the desert to drink my own tears,
I shall squeeze the sand and pour water out of it,
And make sure that I quench this thirst.
I am grounded in solitude and I cant feel the presence of anyone,
I have my shadow as my mate, and my ego I mutate,
And make a million of me troop up to combat.
I have to run out of this place
I have to free myself from this pace,
I have to win in this race,
Guess I have to start all over with a new face.
There has to be a way, Not the best way but a least a way
Poetry by Kavita
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Written on 2008-11-19 at 10:00
Tags Hope  Belief  Faith
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