Sunday 5 July 2015

I POETREE: PIUSHA SINGH'S PAGE: Tiny Twinkle


 
Reminiscence of  a 
past, haunted like
 a lost spirit
in the dusk
 of his youth.
Smokey lips whispered 
the tales of cost
 in a lost
battle with life,
destiny’s shot not
 a coincidence
nor an accident,
to break 
this jinx new
 lusty hubs
chosen cautiously
 by many but 
destiny’s victims
smothered in their
 own blaze.
With  a fake smile 
valorously he gazed 
at the scars as an armor.
Still he walked in
 perfection amidst
 the disfigured minds
as an unshakable
 tiny twinkle.
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