Despair
Despair
Though unprepared it finds me
And stealthily it comes,
So softly it reminds me
And so kindly it numbs -
The season of Despair -
Meets unwelcome with courtesy.
Cruel, deaf and unfair
It has its ways of Mercy.
[Hope]
[Hope]
There are numbers, there are waves, and then there are colors.
There are definitives, there are uncertainities, and then there is magic.
Posted by Pooja at 10:39 PM
Labels: Poem - English, Waves
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