Change My Role
Breathing heavy
mind blank
shrinking inside
until myself just a dot..
criticism too much
on each and every action
certificates of honor often
egoist,self centered ,list goes on..
How many times a day
one can die
ten,hundred,thousand
oh,I lost my count.
why don't the earth part
and take me inside,
may be not yet reached the climax?
when where and how will be that?
Expecting some miracles
in this drama life
"please change my role,Sir"
praying to the director Mr.God.
9 comments:
Rashmi, you hold a leading role but, "Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you." Mt 7:7
The Director will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go;
He will counsel you and watch over you. Ps 32:8
I like your openess in this poem.
I forget.. is it the goal to have the role or the role is the goal.. or just get a part..? Now where is that hookah stem..
Your writing is so powerful here Rashmi, the whole poem just cuts to the point
'How many times a day
one can die'
"please change my role,Sir"
praying to the director Mr.God.
Brilliantly written!
lovely.. my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/04/07/frozen-fears/
you have a great talent!
lovely job..
welcome.
A++
"please change my role,Sir"
praying to the director Mr.God.
True words! Sometimes life seems like that .well written
very true, very powerful Rashmi, so well done.
Very genuine feelings expressed there...
Keep writing!
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