Wednesday 22 January 2014

Bent , but not broken

That devil's night, with thundering clouds and flashing lightning
I wishes the world may end
For down with rainfall, swept the expectations
And the etiquette cherished since generations
Strewn were the melodies which achievements composed
Never expected that to the brutal truth, would I be so suddenly exposed
Those bombarding questions and endless curiosities
Weakened my remaining strength
Nothing serious but simply that the saplings
Wished to sprout in a land away from the "old tree"
Had no chance but to let them go
Love lost to obsession
They left me to face the strong words
With shivering trunk and quivering branches
I stand on this vast island with hope as my only friend
Though discarded and shattered
I am bent out, not broken