In new world’s oldest corridors
faded yesterdays blackened blockages
Illness and oldage taught virtue or not
wisdom lies on golden shores
retrieves past painted fears
why should one justify
human errors
lament to get the breath back
dance around with flames and ashes
gloom on anguish and anemic aromas
should one walk away from a gifted
existence, why should one limp on
broken wheelchairs
Enough, enough for a while
watch that sunrise and pleasant dawn
for you and for me it is same
God listens to all...
Is heaven or hell pretty?



Sept 2,2008
8.30 am

Rema Prasanaa

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