And dangerous pathways evermore.
Wave after blinded wave is shattered
Stormily upon the shore.
Light glows alive again. Again
It mingles with the dark of night.
Our earthen hands burn out, and then
Again in flames they are alight.
Everything is fully known,
And everything is clear to see.
And the wound that's born to bleed
Bleeds on forever, faithfully.
There is a battle sometimes, where
Defeat is destined as the end.
Some experiences are meant
To taste, then just to waste and spend.
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I have hereby decided to use our blog as a diary. I think that is exactly the purpose of it. Too bad you all can't find it in you to do the same. Figure the poem out., if you think you get it, let me know why I've put it up.
Love,
Natasha.
2 comments:
Hey. Great poem. You wrote it? Whose Shirish Pai?
I really like the imagery.
How me.
Firstly, By Shirish Pai, is what it literally means, it is by Mrs Shirish Pai. Originally written in marathi. Sorry you guys didn't get it!!! Love you all anyhow!!!
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