If ever In my Life I wish not to stay, Turn my back and just go away. Tell me will you hold my hand, and surely ask me there to stay?
If ever in my Life I will be filled with rage, Full of panic and my thoughts in cage. Tell me will you be there for Me, Helping me to turn that dreadful page?
If ever in my life Melancholy holds my soul, My vision blurred and a shattered goal. Tell me will you then help me out and truly play your role?
If ever in My Life I will be alone, My smile aghast, My happiness torn. Tell me will you be there to cheer me up, and never let me feel that you are gone?
If ever in my Life I wish to shun my pain, leaving all losses and in search of some gain. Tell me will you be there for me to hold me again and again?
But, If ever in your Life, You need me to be with You….You will surely find me there
A girl next door, Still believes in old school of emotions and Feelings. Not a professional writer, but tries to pen down thoughts when Mind and Heart can't hold them anymore.
Mere presentation of this poem holds the fact that the narrator would be there when the situation demands even if last line was never written. 🙂 Beautiful poem.
John Walker served his country in WWII It was something he felt obligated to do. In combat he risked his life Even while he was facing strife He wrote his family back at home While he was on another roam
To search you I am burning my wheels. Put your hands on my shoulders for opening the book. To read the message between the words. When the time comes I want you to smear my ashes on the stones of
Your genome was climbing down. I hate to count the steps. Feathers hurt sometimes after the end of flying. How far was the moment of dust? You were still swimming in saline water. A collective guilt will pay the price.
What is life I wonder? What’s the purpose of my existence? How did we all come to life? And how was it all even created? As a child I rummaged my brain for answers but could find none And I
Who am I, without the presence of my father? Who am I, without the support of my father? Who am I, without the mercy of my father? I am nothing, without the love of my father. All that I am,
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10 Comments on "If Ever In My Life"
Lovely poetess 😀
Thanku so much <3
Keep going sis!!
Thanku daddu 🙂 🙂
Mere presentation of this poem holds the fact that the narrator would be there when the situation demands even if last line was never written. 🙂
Beautiful poem.
Thanks a lot @nikita_mehendiratta m glad, appreciation from unknown people brings more bliss 🙂 🙂
You made it to look so simple….
……..because of your talent .
Thanks @ramakrishnan_chatakondu.
Beautiful poem. You are talented.Keep writing
Thanku so much @ammukutty_sachariah mam 🙂