wondering how it was to write
long verses
filled with love and happiness,
and sometimes with deep pain
and sorrow,
today I have none with me,
the tears that once filled my eyes
when I used to be sad
are somewhere down in the grave,
even after long hours of digging
you won't find a droplet.
the happy chuckle is somewhere lost
deep in the woods.
whether love left me or I left love
I don't know
but believe me I tried
to be by its side all the time.
roads have diverged and
then met at a point,
misleading me all the while,
for every time I took the wrong path.
I am aimless now
just loitering in the unknown roads,
may be to find a new meaning of life,
no,
may be a new life.
1 comment:
Roads do mislead , so the saints always avoid the roads.
Nice poem
Some punctuation marks are a bit bewildering ,possibly intended to be.
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