Not Yet

Not Yet short poem

Tell me not to turn the page…

it’s the distress that made me strong,

it’s the distance that taught me to long.

It’s the lies that taught me to nurture the truth,

it’s the exploitation that gave me the courage to refute.

Tell me not to turn the page…

it’s here that I learnt which bridge to burn,

it’s here that I learnt for whom to yearn.

It’s here I learnt to choose my path,

it’s here that I survived the aftermath.

So… tell me not to turn the page,

for this is my aide to judge and gauge.

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Swathi Rao
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A wonderful insight, indeed

Swathi Rao
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Our experiences indeed makes us more wise with time,and as you state which bridges do we keep… Loved the expression of your words!

Jayshree Murali
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the page i must turn
lest i burn
and yet from it read
for it has reams of weed
that i must burn
and rise again from the ashes….

Swathi – a small verse for your poem… it was a super read !

Felix
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oh i so wish this was my poem its so awesome!!! once again. IT WAS AWESOME!

shivaji pandhare
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simply all toward life conveyed great

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