Each word is a new poem... each breath a new rhyme... Each smile a new beginning... each day a blessing sublime!

You

Let me hide the scars of past,
The scenes of gory not so fast,
I think I have lost to the world,
Shrewd mean in totality crude,
Wet eyes hardly possess any pain,
These seems to be passing as from insane,
And let the powers of might witness,
Let this world crown betrayal as princess,
Why they happen to forget the theme?
They possess backs and all have seen……..
The stabs might be there to hurt,
Your words might be left unheard,
And then all laughing mouths,
And you………………………..

3 comments:

Shobhna Choudhary said...

nice poem

short poems said...

Beautifully written,I enjoyed it :)

marinela x

Amit Khanna said...

@Thanks Shobna
@ Thanks Marinela... It means alot coming from you.