'Some'times

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Sometimes,
I like to feel the tear
As it rolls down the cheek;
Sometimes,
When I get too much to bear,
I wish that I were weak.

Always,
Proudly,
Pride's the virtue of the strong;
Always,
Proudly?
The Strong's too proud to be wrong...

Sometimes,
I wish that I were less
Proud of the perfect self I'd one day be,
Sometimes,
I wish to accept the mess
That the Present is- and so the Future be.

Ambition,
Indefatigable that it is,
More of a burden, than a bliss.

Never,
I wipe the rolling tear.
I'd rather let it dry
Never,
Abandon the Pride held dear,
Nor give up the chance to try.

In the age of innocence, when ambition was asnore,
I read of the deer who set about to explore
The perfume that teased it- day out and in-
And wasted its days chasing, that ever lay within.

Comments

  1. Aditi Gupta10 November 2009 at 11:54

    lovely.. sp.. "When I get too much to bear,
    I wish that I were weak."

    ReplyDelete

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