I must, must, must know
Who is the author
Of my life
To tell him to
Reverse, if he could,
The fickle hands of time
Erase a few
Lines here and there
And twist a bend
And take a turn
To set the tale right
I must, must, must know
Who is the author
Of my life
Who is the author
Of my life
To tell him to
Reverse, if he could,
The fickle hands of time
Erase a few
Lines here and there
And twist a bend
And take a turn
To set the tale right
I must, must, must know
Who is the author
Of my life
‘Erase a few
ReplyDeleteLines here and there
And twist a bend
And take a turn
To set the tale right‘
great :)
Thanks Prasanna!
DeleteIf only that was possible... :)
ReplyDeleteGreat lines.
I know it is not but poets have no bar on imagination :)
DeleteIf only that was possible... :)
ReplyDeleteGreat lines.
I know
DeleteGreat lines
ReplyDeleteThanks
DeleteIn your poetic way, you have given voice to the silent and unseen feeling of several ones who are not even able to share or express their inner agony and stuffiness. The words of this small poem embed an ocean of emotion in the heart of someone who has got a raw deal from his / her life.
ReplyDeleteRegards.
Jitendra Mathur
Birds of the same feather flock together....:)
DeleteBeautiful lines! Loved the third paragraph!
ReplyDeleteThanks Bushra...We all crave for a reset button on life's key board
Deletemind blowing !! I am speechless.. got the link through Geeta and now that I read these amazing lines should I thank you for being the mother of them and sharing them as well ? :)
ReplyDeleteSo true .. we all feel wish our tale could be set a right! :)
Amazing !!
Thanks Nitesh
Deletewow brilliant lines.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rat
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