Twig
Middle of the ocean
me and my self
don't know to swim
I, need the help
Ocean is so deep
looking down, I dare
The calmness it got
makes me feel scare
I feel so small
ocean is so vast
If, I drown here
will be my last
But, I will try
to keep myself alive
looking for the hope
with which, I survive
I saw a twig
that is my hope
holding on to it
at least, there is scope
To get that twig
I will go there
still, the question remains
why I am here?
Again, i lost chance
twig was a lie
in ocean of truth
I, came to die

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ReplyDeleteYes Clarisa... all the poems are mine
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