Humbled

by Satish Verma

You miss the words and numbers.
The game plan gets ascension. The
podium was high
And so was your head.

Swallowed by the winds
unable to reach the end of journey.
Were you not thinking?
Was it a treason to withdraw -

from the frills? In love scare
there were other things to do,
in the storm,
like collecting the thorns.

You step outside the dark and
feel the limbs of light,
altering the script to become
a miracle.

15-Aug-2013

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Comments on this Poem

Reminds me of my own school days...beautiful poem

betrothed
19-Aug-2013 06:01 AM