Creativity Magazine
Like a nomad I tried ,
searched for you in every site ,
my belief in life had died,
my soul cried every time it heard my heart
that was deprived of the luxury of you in my life;
all my pleas went unheard,
no one to hear ,no one to feel
the mockery of life with this child;
I came down on my knees with folded hands
and
sought mercy from heavens
but
came back with a frown that I adorned for a long time
on my face;
Slaughtered and slain ,I asked the pain
" Why don't you find another place
to release your anger ,and relieve me along the fate
now I cant bear you ,OH, you holy slave "
It turned to looked at my face
and
said"Don't worry I will end this game but before I leave,
have to write an account whether you survive or
faint in this holy game"
My endless pain
mellowed me down to the extent
that
I could neither feel nor could faint;
my existence when I felt was on break down,
I heard chanting sounds from sphere
that
was unknown to me
and
I saw you come down riding a holy sleigh
with a smile that pleased this heart that was slain ;
you came into my life with a little surprise,
enchanted me but became my life,
you are the answer to my prayers ,
now am getting accustomed to you ,
and
loving every moment of this game .
copy right (c)alka narula
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