Thursday, April 11, 2013

Empty Handed (Poem)


Everything is passing by,
Everything is passing through.
Making its way through my soul,
I can't now see even you.

One moment it was with me,
Another one it is looted.
I do feel so much cheated,
How can I be defeated?
 
Is there something really mine?
Something that can stay with me?
Not punished with stable pain,
Nor rewarded with stable glee.

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