I was strong, now so fragile
Always been hard and cold
Now molten and soft I lie.
Not used to speak my emotions
The success, the loss, the pain
Words fail me, however hard I try.
The success opened doors
That force me to sacrifice,
For all that I have lived.
into an unknown land I must go
be it barren, be it paradise
Exiled for two years, it makes me stiff.
Giving up this opportunity
To end this inner strife
Would be submitting to midiocrity.
The pain is only just temporary
I have to pursue my ambitions
I'll bear it all to make my life pretty.
5 comments:
finally u cud...bhalo hoeche...spcly the last 2 lines..ekhonkar diner sobar reflection ta dekha jachhe...."i'll bear it all to make my life pretty"..hmmm...nice very nice!
u a bong?? me too!! first para ta khoob bhalo laglo...
Strong words..and deep clarity..
and to give it all u've got and not succumbing to the momentary pain to be able to soak in the lasting pleasure.
PU here he comes..!!!!
ps. typo in 3rd para 3rd line
nice poem. yea strong words! didn't kno u felt so strongly bout this whole leavin home thing to follow ur ambitions! one thing i really wanna tell here is that, when u were goin to PU i was very sad at frst. cos i knew i wud be missing u a lot! but then when u actually went there i felt happy cos i kno u r out there tryin to make a life of ur own! dat makes my proud. miss u every single momment!
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