Regular blows of fate,
Remind me of my living..
Something is,
Always missing...
My chains of miseries,
Keep dragging me..
I want to feel complete,
At ease...
I want to feel,
how life actually feels...
I have a feeling,
This incompleteness will stay....
With it,
I'll walk towards my grave...
I don't mind,
Walking towards my grave....
I just want to do it,
With a smile on my face.....
3 comments:
Well expressed Punku. I really liked it :)
Nicely written.
With a smile on the face..whatever you do ..thats necessary. Is it?
Quite the poet! Nice stuff!! :)
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