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Desolate
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bishupoetry Desolate
12/6-6/12
Desolate desert scorching sun
Un-granted hopes tiny pebbles
Oasis is distant will end troubles
Sand-storms stir mind’s garbage
Oh traveler the oasis is but mirage
All realize when they come of age
Whence ye came you know not well
Your final rest you cannot tell
Now I can hear a tinkling bell
Soon will change to Death’s knell
[ This is for my good unseen friend Chiranjeevi Gandikota
A hopeless humble contribution to Churning of the Mind]
I'll just come out and say it
I'll just come out and say it . RUBBISH MY ASS !
Every story-teller bends the myth to his own purpose. that's why a Hero has a thousand faces
I enjoyed the read. You are
I enjoyed the read. You are like me... thinking your own work rubbish. But it's not. We should stop self judgement. Don't you think?
Copyright © morningglory
My humblest thanks to you
dear Hopefulwoman for your kindness. There is no competition as such so who really cares for Judges
I write for fun zatts all ... Best wishes. Take care 
©bishu
It Is Fun and Beautiful
And not rubbish. It is BISHUSPEAKART.