TELL ME
I, am made up of stories,
Some narrated, a few fabled,
Others transpired and the rest untold.
I am made up of stories, so is she.
It is not curiosity that beckons her,
Rather the dire need which does.
For, She is freedom, she is the metaphor,
She is free-will,
She is....Hope.
If you’ve had her at the best of times,
Tell me how
If you’ve held her at the worst of times
Teach me how
For She, is Hope; The songs we sing
The tears of joy,
The smell of wet earth,
The stories of inspiration.....
Tell me more about them,
Tell me more such stories,
As I, am made up of stories, so is our world........
-sk
04.02.2011
nice one... Defines u perfectly... Natural, but not better than ur other works...
ReplyDeletethank u.....
ReplyDeletenatural....that's all i wanted for a compliment :D
good one.. straight and to the point. holding on to hope or hoping upon hope. this can never be taught maga. one has to learn that by himself. when and how the situation demands. thats true hope.. :D
ReplyDeleteI EVEN LIKED THIS ONE:-) U'V GOT A REALLY GOOD HAND IN THIS!!!
ReplyDelete@bisket: thanx dude......:)
ReplyDeleteyou got it perfectly ryt......that was nearly my point :D
Thank you sunaina!! :D
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