Really?
December is finally here.
I am proud.
I survived a year.
Without regret.
I didnt leave me.
Poetry has left me though.
But then, so did many others.
I want to quote someone here.
I will leave it for another day.
I wonder if he will ever know,
how much he inspired me?
He doesnt read me.
So it wont matter.
And you, M, read me.
I wish, you didnt.
One day you will grow up.
Pick up the phone then.
Call me.
My number is still the same.
But I wont be holding my breath for it.
posted by Casablanca at
12:23 AM
6 Comments:
beautiful :)
It reminded me of Cherry Tree by Ruskin Bond, though both are on different things.
Esp. the line "Richer by a Cherry Tree at my door ..."
Should say, yours is so beautifully written! :)
woman...you are amazing with words
Raaji,
Thank you :)
Monsooner,
Now I must look up the one you are talking about. Seems intriguing.
Red,
*takes a bow*
Woman, you are generous with compliments :)
you write very well.
I really enjoyed reading this! :)
Ahem, this rings familiar. :)
./w
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