Of nights
moving ever so slowly
with the temerity - unyielding,
relentless - of a persecutor.
clemency overruled;
futility stamped hard;
yet vain expectation, never fails
making a virtue of necessity
endurance at the end of tethers.
Patience yielding,
paving way.
solicitude steps in...
spare me the agony
never,never shall I stray again.
P.S. - courtesy Roget's Thesaurus
2 comments:
I'm getting a feeling that I don't get poetry. Bollywood-music is the closest I've got to rhyming verses in the last 10 years. It shows. I think I'll get by with this. Just hope I'm not missing something.
which proves it aint poetry :)
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