beautiful face

its the miracle of my heart's failure to mourn invisibly that sculpted the contents in this poem.

I thought life had a beautiful face.I thought the posessors of life

also posessed a kind heart.I thought the rate of failure was not life consuming as the rate of 

heartbeats.

But life betrayed my dreams with a single stroke of violent sacrifice.It made me loose

the spirit and sparkle of happiness that floated in my eyes

reflecting a silent hope for future...

But I was too naive and as foolish to believe

once and twice and thrice, and still now, as forever more than now, shall I go on believing

the truth I saw with inner eyes all sleep-stolen and insecure....

 

 

The End

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