To a sleepless lady, searching through the night,
Without any fright, without any sight,
Searching across the darkness for a faint ray of light...
To the sleepless lady, mourning within her soul
Moving across the dark inner depth
Still...Summoning last bits of strength coming from her faith
That drives her painfully towards her goal.
To the sleepless lady still in search of something…
Something that holds her happiness,
Or may be something that holds for her…more grief
What awaits her, for now she may never know
Restless she will search on and on…not waiting for the time to show
To the sleepless lady, now lost in her thoughts,
Lost in the will-o-wisps of bonds rarely true
Lost in midst of the illusion of life…what can she do?
It’s my tribute to the sleepless lady−
Her eyes may have a shining drop of tear,
A sign of pain I know but not of fear…
Waiting for all darkness to be gone,
Waiting for the day, the new beginning with a new dawn...
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This poetry personifies d long,yet short journey called LIFE!
ReplyDeleteyew remind me f Robert Browning!!....
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sleepless nights nd tiresum days pass by,but d lady survives,,surpassing all d odds f life,bcos she had d strength......d strength f positivity nd knew 1 f d eternal secrets f Nature,-how 2 wait,wait calmly,wait restlessly,,wait,wait...wait fo d right moment,wait fo d right person,wait fo dat right thing 2 happen in her life!
all dese may neva show up,but she'll live in "hope"....she'll live,wat v call "LIFE"...
dat's ma perceptive,thou!
yew r 1 hell of a philosopher,ya kno dat??
........keep up d food work...........
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