Wednesday, June 20, 2007

a poem for my slamm book

"the road extends till the horizon,
every detour's a cul-de-sac, every step a new burden
seasons shall change and so shall my liasons
they shall each build in my heart their own bastions
...
a very few shall be sordid, many winsome
each shall make me a better person,prove wholesome
i shall be moulded by them all through my life
made humble in joy and unfathomable in strife
.....
but the journey shall have an end, a climax
i shall be fatigued,wasted and shell relax
i shall be in retrospect and at my past i shall take a look
with the mind as a wizard the crystal ball shall be my "slam note book"
..."

4 comments:

Alana said...

This is the second time we 'meet'... Me and this cute poem... What if at the cul-de-sac there are only hapiness and good things to remember? What if they can't run away from there, if they stay there for ever? It seems to be how the heart of this poet works...

Alana said...
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Alana said...

It's my favorite... For special reason...

Matangi Mawley said...

fab!
u'r slam book is so lucky!