Hidden support..., by dispersed_sky Subscribe to rss feed for dispersed_sky

this poem was dedicated to my elder sister who usually
contradict me not in a bad way but to teach me good lessons
i usually got agggravated and felt helpless
but i was so wrong........ 




What support dear you give me
I am crunched inside …dear I am so keen…
To know what kind of support is that
I am standing alone …you in your three bedroom flat…
What a support you have given me dear 
I regret but impossible to handle the
, sins i bear
what kind of  support you have given 
I know long sinner’s path has driven
By me but you never say
Tell me dear the road of precise way
Why I’m not able to see 
The support of my Dee
Whose essence must be in the air
Oh! I regret I can’t see…anywhere…
……………………………………
Where my love is lost
Where my head kiss gone astray
But I tell you I hater the most
The “affection”
Whom I am betrayed

Alas! I was wrong 
There was affection
It was there somewhere
My eye sight suffered reflection
I never put my face up
To see if you may be sitting
I” stupid cupid never assumes 
“Hidden support” was inside 
always waiting......

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*Dee is a word i have used for sister
usually spoken in india.....
Posted: 2017-10-30 16:20:44 UTC

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