Lonely Reed Swaying

Lonely Reed Swaying short poem

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So, it’s true
That you are down in the
Dumps and people look at you
Like something the cat dragged in
On a rainy day.
Two simple words
Would sum it all up
It Sucks!
Deep inside, it would be a
Raging struggle, of
Rights and wrongs
For or against.
At the end of all such
Struggles and hard fought strife,
If you still find yourself lonely
Like a thin reed swaying about,
Would you still hope for
Someone to lift you up?

This poem is part of the Poetry Book Songs of a Solitary Tree: Graphical Verses of Sublime Snippets

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Arun M Sivakrishna

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A reluctant writer and a sunday photographer. Recently published a collection of poems "Songs Of A Solitary Tree". Writes in English and malayalam
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J.rid
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Oh yes hope keeps us going. A realy good poem I enjoyed the reading of it.

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