Destiny’s child I am not
She disowned me for reasons I know not
All I asked of her was love, only love
She shook her head and said, ‘Anything but…’
– Shail Mohan
09 Thursday Jul 2009
Posted in poetry
...................... weaving words through dreams
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Never cease to explore and tell!
Undermining the Patriarchy Every Chance I Get. And I Get a Lot of Chances (Copyright Preserved)
I have no idea how that happened.
I guess this is serious… but I am serious too… if I were to write the above poem I would write changing just one word… money i/o love… !!!
sheesh…
Me: Lol, Hitch, this brought a smile to my face. Trust Hitch to make you laugh!
Unfathomable depth………
Me: Thanks Balvinder
Um… Do I sense a lot of pain in this…? 4 lines, but very poignant!
Me: Thanks Nikhil. Haven’t seen you around for a long time π
very beautiful shail
u spin magic with words
Me: Thanks Monika
The value of shade we know when it rains
not being wanted gives one lot of pains
and in the daytime indifference to feign
in the night pillows with tears to stain.
Me: π
Very powerful meaning in these few words squeezed into four lines…..
Me: Thank you so much!