Monday, April 04, 2011

April. Poem. 4.

He looked forlorn, exiled from his land
of saffron skies and diamond lakes-
a land sculpted with his whimsical mind
and crazy heart and soul-searing mistakes.

He wondered how he'd build this world anew
with braided waterfalls and laughter rain
How can you build a life when you're cursed with knowing
You'll never ever be a fool again.

1 comment:

Vishvesh Avashia said...

"How can you build a life when you're cursed with knowing
You'll never ever be a fool again."

Aha!