Ode To Heaven
Sometimes
while Walking on
the sharp edges of life,
the soul gets wounded
& bleeds..
Tired and exhausted
in this race for survival,
I tremble and fall..
At such times
Oh stars!
send me a friend
whose hand
will make me stand
once again
her touch
could soothe
my bruises & wounds
and maybe, for
a few steps only,
I could feel , I am not alone
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Copyright © Priyarpan Srivastava | Year Posted 2006
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