The shadows of the unknown past, follow me,
They tell me,my soul is old,
But,I'm too young to be old.
I wonder alone seeking the light,
Waiting for the sun to shine,
Waiting for the perfect past,
to resurrect in time.
Among the cloud of delusion,
The battle though lost, the war will be won.
The past will be conquered,
Because, I'm the master of myself.
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Very well written. Deep meaning inside and people who know you well should understand the essence of it. Keep writing. You are good at it. :)
The first two paragraph were amazing and I could relate them very very well. I guess I got the right meaning. But the last one was a different note. Will read few times more and wait for the right meaning to resurrect.
Bhai well written.just read this poem with mamma.we both loved it.in this small poem u hv expressed lots of feelings.loved it....
mom is saying "chamakta suraj tumhaara intezar kar raha hai"
Thanks All! You guys know me the best and hence you could know what I meant. Love u all. You help me in attaining strength.
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