Running though her eyes, they appeared
yearning to fall and get smeared
to find some hugging arms
or soothing heavy, husky voice to calm
earlier it was all dreamland
he was all, mentor, guide & friend
she used to run to & fro, to be a catch of him
to be a toy, in his playing palms
brutal dilapidation of the world,
she witnessed with heavy heart
but before that she got confused
flying fist& flaring eyes; for her, all dart
why did voices reached high pitch
and harshness became the breakfast& lunch
Ohh! its raining, through eyes
Dad!! why couldn't you made it
I missed you, very much
and will be missing You but with pain...
16 comments:
So nice..full of emotions...
A different kind of blog but roaming in the same spheres with those emotions of being in a clandestine mode...
:)
Keep Stalking...:)
Harsh world.
Very strong words Makk...dilapidation...dart....fists...flaring...but these are the apt words
:-) Take care
sad but nicely written...powerful words :)
'flying fist& flaring eyes; for her, all dart
why did voices reached high pitch
and harshness became the breakfast& lunch'
Sad... :(
I don't think a lot of us even notice that children can also feel...
How sweet! :)
#Insignia
Thank you.
You are also responsible for this post. By the way.
:)
Keep Smiling.
#titaxy
hummm.....thanks..
but would not it be better if situation could improve?
#IHM
A human being is most sensitive in early age of childhood...
and what they get then ....Pathetic.
Even situations no better so called well educated urban societies.
village are better in many ways.
Keep visiting IHM.
#Chandrika
Did you read whole post??
I would like to hear from you....more about the post.
Makk,
Yeah I realized that I was responsible as soon as I read it :-)
Thanks so much
#Insignia
Most welcome.
i hate the missing part :( truly touching!
mental dilapidation that is being caused by changes of the world.
Hary o Hary
Cmon smile up..you luk better that way
thanks for comment.
#blommer22
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