Poetry written in the end of series of failures and problems


Searching

Searching

I am on the way of floods
up to my last effort
I find no hope or grip to come out
Water,water all along my way
My hands are begging for a single minute rest
My Lungs are praying for a little bit of relax
It is pulling me in it's speed and in it's way
My stomach is burning with hunger and
eyes are inextreme irritation
My hands are searching for a grip or hope to come out
Nothing before my eyes except water
A dead body of ass is moving beore me
My hands are saying thanks to Him
for sending that ass to hold for a minute
i lost my conscious before the arrival of rescue troop
They tied me in a rope and pulled me in to a boat
it is a shhore where i have been kept
There My Mother smiles as the rays of Sun
told me How safe is the shore and land?
Still I am searching
a hold or grip to come out from this life
Will that ass come to rescue me
Shall i reach in His hands to reach that shore OETRY IN




Poetry by SAKTHEERAVICHANDRAN
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Written on 2009-11-21 at 16:15

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