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The Fall

Sourav on Oct 1, 2009
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Poetry By Sourav RC.

I keep on falling time and again.

Like yellow dried out leaves,

Touching the ground in complete disdain.

My erroneous muddiness

Rotting peace and digress

Pull me down in reprise

Every time I want to rise.

And I keep on watching in emptiness.

Like a paralyzed tree,

Abandoned by every single happiness.

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  • cutedrishti8 on Oct 1, 2009

    Really liked it to read…

  • LoveDoctor on Oct 1, 2009

    I really enjoyed it. love the imagery. I keep falling time and again like yellow dried out leaves.

  • ken bultman on Oct 1, 2009

    Keep getting back up…like compost, maybe.

  • Rump on Oct 1, 2009

    Nice. You really are poet, no doubt about that!

    And can anyone tell me the meaning of Digress? Didn;t understand that one.

    Rump.

  • Joie Schmidt on Oct 1, 2009

    Very good work*

    Blessings.

    Sincerely,

    -Liane Schmidt.

  • chitragopi on Oct 1, 2009

    Yellowed falling leaves is a good comparison indeed. Nice work

  • Darla Cooke on Oct 1, 2009

    Nice poem.

  • rizzei on Oct 1, 2009

    lovely piece! but that was rather sad..thanks for sharing! :)

  • lillyrose on Oct 1, 2009

    I love Autumn but it is a sad part of the year. We should just see it as mother nature having a rest. Lovely poem. x

  • Netty net on Oct 1, 2009

    I love the imagery of the leaf falling.

  • LOVELYHONEY on Oct 1, 2009

    I am sorry to say
    That in your own
    Inimitable way
    You spread sorrow and dismay.

    Convert lonely tag
    To lovely
    And alone
    To a love

    Bring in more positivity
    In your thought
    You are a lovely poet
    No doubt

    It’s our different levels
    Which draw us out?
    You destroy love
    I don’t realise spirituality
    What makes a man?
    So in actuality
    Is beyond my mind
    You are young
    I am of age
    It’s only my wish
    You spread positivity
    At your young stage

  • diamondpoet on Oct 6, 2009

    Every time we experience any little bit of happiness, something bad takes place. Left is a struggle, but how you handle it makes you the victor.

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