Another Crude Attempt At Shape Poetry
When hope in everything else is lost,
that is when we look for miracles.
for hiding the ever flowing tears,
the thundering rain to drench.
To overwhelm a broken soul,
we wish for a wounded leg.
Train ourselves to smile,
at the face of trouble.
A wandering saint!
from possession, -Ravi
from emotions,
we walk away.
Not to own,
anything,
we sail.
faith!
lost
in
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Copyright © Ravi Kiran | Year Posted 2015
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