by dinakararao
@ 17/03/07 - 10:07:35
HE LOOKS LIKE A WOUNDED MAN WITH NO ARMOUR ON
IN FRONT OF DESTINY'S ARMY FULL STRENGTH ON
WHEN FAITH SEEMS TO BREATH IN PHASES
HANDS DONOT MOVE AS THE VISION HAZES
EVERY STEP TAKEN APPEARS FALTERING
THE HOPE AND DESPAIR BY TURNS ALTERING
THE DARK SKELETOL FRAME WITH TONED EPITHELIAL
SEEMS TO BELIEVE THE DESTINY'S WRATH IMPERIAL
THE OUT STRETCHED LIMBS GROPING FOR SUPPORT
THE SWORD BROKEN WITH FRUITLESS EFFORT
OH ! BOUT OF LIFE WHEN WILL IT END
(THANKS TO OUR FRIEND ARPIT FOR THIS POEM)