A Poem
Life swings
Like a pendulam
of an old clock
on the wall,
Between joy
and sorrow,
Success and
Failure,
Love and
Hatred,
Finally loses
it's breath
to face death,
The clock on
the wall is
wound again,
So that it can
Swing once again.
By:- G.S.Vasukumar
Note:- This poem entered semi-finals and finals in the International Open Poetry Contest in Jan 2007 and was published in "Immortal Verses" in Spring 2007.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
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