On the Closing Lines

what if i got the poem of life all wrongalone-1.jpg

Misunderstood metaphors,

Silent equations all along..

what if a certain side of me is all obscure

A stranger on an empty street

walking away from cure..

what if my painting has fallen short of a few shades

Before it gets stained with red and gleefully fades

I want to stare at it with all my pride and say

‘ The painting belongs to me and no one else

No one else… ‘


This poem has been written by an amazing friend of mine. I was going to wait till next week to feature his work but then I came across this poem and this had to be shared. So while he works on the article and me on its presentation please do check out his creative take on other things that matter – here.

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Author: pecsbowen

reader.philosopher.writer

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