Introspection

Lived and applauded with laurels
Like fresh trendy apparels
Basked in glory,seemingly a story,
Of happy nights and days
Dawning at the zealous bays.

Life is slow,lost its flow;
No wind to blow;no reason to glow
Smoke to billow;to swallow
The extinguished verve;
To strain the nerve.

Gone are those days;
All in faded memories
Like flickering strays
Though not to get lost in fray;
But to recollect;
Retrospect and introspect
To achieve like yesterday!

Its introspection
In transmigration
To avoid the void;
In hope to be bouyed
In a life;destination devoid.



Poetry by suraj
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Written on 2007-04-09 at 19:29

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