She Calls Me On
Broken and faithless,
I long to be born.
Vagabond to them all,
I am all but forlorn.
If there's a reason, I won't be torn-
She calls me on.
A fate that awaits me,
I would rather scorn,
And run to my angel
Who awaits me at dawn.
If there's a reason, I won't be torn-
She calls me on.
Haunted by my past
And the demons it spawned,
I fall to my knees
Unsure if I'll carry on,
But if there's a reason, i won't be torn-
She calls me on.
By,
Nikhil Menon
3 Comments:
Hi Nikhil,Read some of your blogs .You write great poetry for an 18 year old.will read more...My blogs are here to also my poem s ,if u care to check out.Take care....Anjali
Hi Nikhil,Read some of your blogs .You write great poetry for an 18 year old.will read more...My blogs are here to also my poem s ,if u care to check out.Take care....Anjali
That called me on,it sure did
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