
I waited for this day and Iam so glad it is here.
It feels like everything I asked for is so near.
The purple flower, a witness, to my days of happiness.
I stand all day, frantically looking for that one face.
Nowhere in sight, but the hope to find it intact.
The purple, a witness, to my days of endless wait.
I cry out in despair, a feeling of emptiness sinks in.
A pain shoots through the forlorn heart.
The purple flower starts to tremble, as if echoing my pain.
I fervently wipe away my dried up tears.
Fold my pain laden heart; try to break away from memories.
The purple flower starts to wither away.
where do you draw your inspiration from??
ReplyDeletejst struck me.. thought i shud pen my thoughts down...:)
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nimmi, it is done :) thnks figured a way out
ReplyDeleteoh yes! now thats surely better! Thank you...and I liked the purple blossom standing in 'not- so mute' testimony to the changing emotions of the poetess...
ReplyDeletethnk u :)
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