I have given
All I had
and all that was expected of me.
My life is complete.
I have been boiled
till all my colour drained out
leaving me pallid and weak.
I have been squeezed mercilessly
to yield the last drop of my flavour.
I have lived not for myself
but for you,
and now I'm reduced to
nothing but manure.
My friend...
our lives are the same.
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p.s. definitely not one of the better ones,but thought I'd post it anyway.
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Poignant...!!
First time here.. hopefully there shall be more.. keep writing...
Nice.
But don't mind it, this might be the autobiography of a tea-leaf!
oh sheesh!
this is actually a tea leaf speaking!
i just read the poem and that's exactly what struck me.
to be honest, i don't have an eye for poetry; only prose. But I like yours. They are relevant, pithy and very evocative. Something like a haiku. Try to write more regularly. Our generation does not have a lot of art that captures our own experiences - instead we try to extrapolate from what comes from the Western world. It's nice to read your lines and be able to relate it to an experience lost or alive; but there nevertheless.
long time
no verse
"definately not one of the better ones"??
I think its great.
I have tweaked a couple of lines.. Most sincere apologies if I've disturbed the sentiment.... Your blog is quite good - R
I have given
All I had
and all that was expected of me.
My life is complete.
I have been boiled
till all my colour drained out
leaving me pallid and weak.
I have been squeezed mercilessly
to yield the last drop of my flavour.
I have lived not for myself
but for you,
and now I'm reduced to
nothing but manure
So that I may be soon
A tea-leaf again
And give myself to you.
My friend...
our lives can be the same
Should you find whose days you flavor.
..
too good... Mind blasting...
Seriously..
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