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Conjolted Poetry

Conjolted Poetry

Tuesday, 29 May 2012

Broken legs never killed no-body...

The feeling of failure was consuming me.
 I became timid, courage turned leaf like-
being blown away by hurricanes of pessimism.

The meadow of lustrous dreams yonder away, 
that I had always ogled at since childhood, 
feels like an extract from ladybird tales.

I had laid out a blue print,
to run track and-
achieve a milestone.

Soon as I had started,
my legs wore out and broke off.
They are now throwing banter,
telling me how I'm going no where,
I'd have pointed fingers but I played as coach too...

I am now broken but can try again,
for an incandescent flame of hope still burns within, 
I was lit and tamed to toil on and not give in. 
So now that I am crawling,
I shall learn to walk again,
then I shall sprint across the meadow,
till I fade...

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