I fought battles day in and day out there.
keeping those battles............. out there !!
Those were the battles of survival,remember:"survival of the fittest".
Then,I came back to my oasis in the desert of desires.
I was blamed.
I was ridiculed.
A curse was casted upon by whom:
"When you became someone like out there" !!
I thought:
I may win all battles,I am a warrior,
I am thirsty...................
If I can quiche my thirst from the oasis in the desert of desires.
I may win all battles,I am a warrior.
But there was no oasis,that was a mirage.
And I lost all battles,when you became someone like out there.
4 comments:
Wow! Battling you inner demons.
Nice. Sometimes I wish I could be a poet.
You're an awesome poet. ;_;
and i am totally bruised and defeated!!
brilliant!
Yawar,guessed right......a fight worth fighting for.
Uglyduckling91 :)no way !
americanising desi,bruised but not defeated.........a warrior mind,body and spirit !
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