Okay....this one has got to be my most metaphoric, and flowery poetry in proper sonnet rhyme scheme(except for the meter)
The Golden Dove
Since time immemorial it’s been prized,
Expectations always oversized.
Its creator and lover obsequiously devised
The vicissitudes in its beauty disguised.
The golden dove knows not to fly,
To spread its wings and say goodbye,
It mesmerizes every watching eye,
But no one can hear the abject sigh.
Vernal winds call with all their might,
And yet unable to inspire a flight,
Such is the menace, such is the blight,
Such is the attrition of this captivating sight.
But I won’t sigh, won’t cry, won’t die…
Even though a golden dove am I!!
'U'ber mich
- Hanging Soul
- The Hanging Soul... wandering about life...I float in dreams and my visions fly, up to the questions that pass my mind...i look at life and wonder why...no one sees the love, the beauty, the glory, the enigma, the mystery of this time
2 comments:
hey! nice stuff.
agree wid you on the religion post. i myself don't practice any religion. make it a point not to. don't even have a surname, so nobody has preconceived notions.
on the cricket vs football post. beware, India just beat England in England. And they've an excellent chance to take the series!!
n finally, thanks for reading my blog. will keep checking back regularly.
Good one!! This poem is faar better then the one's in my blog!! :P
Anywho, Ciao
P.S. Thanks for mentioning my previous club in your blog there :-) You really have some talents, you should try writting for some newspaper or something :-) (I am dead serious bout this)
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