"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a home sickness, a love sickness - Robert Frost"

I walked the unseen roads,

          With heart, beating, really strong......

My instincts knew, it wasn't right,

            But i didn't care, if i was wrong.

I waited for deserving destiny,

           For the sacred dreams, i knew.....

But arms of disappointment hugged me,

           And  venomous thorns,only grew.

Relentlessly, searching the silk roads,

          Towards the  glorious life , i deserved...

With new energy, surging in soul ,

          And Hopes nurtured ,but,also reserved.

Life impersonates a bizarre beginning,

            End of a painful era, is what i foresee.....

And i continue to, rise from the ashes,

             With rays of sunlight, welcoming me.

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hii guys...this is my first book...a collection of poems. i have wrote two poems and i will writing some more soon. plz telll me how is it and what do you think about it.