deep within my heart, I cry…
uncertain about t day so dry…
for t one who loved and cared for me…
is no longer mine and let me be…
at t mercy of t cannibal, to devour me at his will…
mould of clay have I become…
for tomorrow, t dawn to come…
t potter at his artistic spree …
Will ruin me or let me free?
---- shruthi
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
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2 comments:
hmmm... to make a beautiful statue one has to chisle out the unwanted pieces n not keep adding something....
So dont get scared getting chisled... it is the reason for ur wonderful future...
why this sense of abject surrender ? even thou wouldn agree with the underlying thought.....can realte to it..good one...
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