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| 2014, Gurgaon |
When ghosts
of the past
Raise their
heads
from the graves,
Hazy
Ornated webs
blur the
mind.
Some things never end.
They go
round and round
In circles
Some patterns
are created
And we find
ourselves trapped
in this
vicious cycle
standing in
that place
that once
started from nowhere.
There must be something
In the place
In each case.
I turn the page
with hope
and faith.
Life keeps us moving.
~~payal~~
It's Day 29 of #OctPoWriMo
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keep turning the page .. you never know what might.....?
ReplyDeleteOh yes, turn the page with hope and faith. Great write.
ReplyDeleteThought provoking and true!
ReplyDeletelove the ending, we move on and pay attention to lots of things.
ReplyDeleteThat is what is needed. Hope and faith. Love it!
ReplyDeletetruthful words.
ReplyDeleteLovely... Philosophical.
ReplyDeleteAs I've gotten older, I've become a bit better at turning the page. When I was younger I used to obsess forever, wondering what I could have done to make things go differently.
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Thought provoking poem.
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