One Step Less

One Step Less short poem

Was a little hesitance on my part
or may be it was just some lethargy
after that long duel

Every bone inside of me ,
was screaming savagely

Make no mistake about it
I didn’t quit

They’re questioning me now
those who needed for me to fail
They overlook all the miles
I put, before that last obstruction

Couldn’t really understand
Why i was promenading the road
So i took a detour .

One more step ??
NO !!
you always say that .

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 3.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Profile photo of Simranjit Singh

Simranjit Singh

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
A Straight-Edge Musical PsychopathJust trying to be human , & to make and be happy !!!!!and i write ..............!!X!!
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

Less Asylum

Less Asylum short poem

This fake city encounters a thundering moment; I go down coveting a mating call from an explosion of hallowed questions, with no answers. Stones were after all stones, not gems of knowledge. How can you make a universal elixir figuratively

One Last Stain

One Last Stain sonnet poems

One last drop of sorrow just whispered to me When all this time I have been so hollow I smelled a poison,that you could never see And the clouds just blurred my way to follow Still I could not find

One Last Stain

One Last Stain sonnet poems

One last drop of sorrow just whispered to me When all this time I have been so hollow I smelled a poison,that you could never see And the clouds just blurred my way to follow Still I could not find

No One Could Save Her- Nirbhaya (delhi Rape Case 2012)

No One Could Save Her  Nirbhaya (delhi Rape Case 2012) long poem

In the soul of the city, the four wheels, the scream for pity. Mercy screamed louder than her voice. Little girls sleeping promised with their toys. Not even one, the strong, the brave, the soldier, the slave. No one could

My Little One

My Little One short poem

From my late night reads , To our play .. You were there , Little devil … With that gleam in your eyes And sound of your whistle . My closest buddy in animals disguise, I talked , you listened