Melancholia
Damandeep Panwar | March 11, 2008 | no comments
My life, pre ordained and ill fated, a certainty of pain.
Helplessness, brings me down….to tears,
But wont break me, my love…stronger than me, ill be up again…
Like the moth beating against the window, His love, to his death it steers.
Fluttering….in helplessness, in earnest love of a light,
Which will never know…
Of neither the moth nor of his fight,
it unperturbed will go on…and glow…
Like it … I too will find my end, without you ever knowing, for id never tell.
And,
Like it … I too would smile at my last thought…when I finally fell.
MY LOVE COULD NOT BE VANQUISHED
Category: Poems
