Imprisoned…

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Looking at those dried petals all she could think was those fond memories
Memories of love
Memories of happiness
Memories of being alive
Some of the petals have fallen apart
Just like months and years have from her life.

Not one days goes without looking at it
And she hides her pain
As no candle was lit
Responsibilities of the world have taken their toll
But she goes on and continues her stroll

Closing eyes at night , takes her back in time
A place where was peace and everything in line
But she wakes with a jerk as she’s been all her life
Playing various roles and living on a knife

Touching that piece of flower
Reminds her of his touch
Everything she held dear
And loved very much

Drowned in her thought,she’s shaken by a hand
“Dad is home ma”,tells her son by the stand
Looking at the rose she nods her steady head
A tear rolls down as she keeps it back instead..

-rs

Well this is written for shafali’s creativity carnival. Btw the drawing is beautiful isn’t it folks 😉

Cheers

crashingstone

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. Shafali says:

    The pain that’s hidden even in the happiest of lives…the pain of the time gone by, the pain of the freedom lost. Loved your poem. Thanks for participating. And also for the compliment 🙂

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    1. Thanks for your kind words 🙂 and your sketches are kinda thought provoking so its fun writing something , so in a way should thank you for that 🙂

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