I am an orphan
who cries for my coffin
Chilled in the spring
And hooked to a ring
I praise upon the dove
To be my clove
For me to climb woven
Steps to heaven
Steps that has been forged
By the curses of the raged
For me to be blessed
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Posted by end2world on November 1, 2007 at 6:35 am
wow
Posted by dinsan on November 1, 2007 at 8:54 am
ooh no comments chechi… u have grown old..
Posted by dinsan on November 1, 2007 at 8:55 am
BTW, this one is really good 🙂
Posted by allirekha on November 1, 2007 at 12:17 pm
dont worry im still ur aniyathi in blogging 😛
n writing 😛
Posted by arvind on November 1, 2007 at 3:09 pm
Hmmm…… i could guess something this time by seeing the tag “DEATH” to it…
But i dont want to talk about it..and neither i would want you to write on it… 😛
Posted by allirekha on November 1, 2007 at 3:52 pm
dont worry buddy! .. this poem has no relation with my life 😛
and u will have this reader to read n comment in ur blog 😛
Posted by the.light.bearer on November 3, 2007 at 12:50 pm
i like this one. but i want your personal interpretation of ‘hooked to a ring’ (or something like that, im not reading it while writing this comment)
Posted by allirekha on November 3, 2007 at 3:16 pm
‘hooked to a ring’….it can be interpreted as loss of freedom