Tuesday, 20 April 2010

poem 17

will you
accept my doubts,
my vices, frailities
my confusions and demons of past
with me ?

in dark
and stormy nights
when i look for support,
will you steady me and hold fast
my hands ?

can you
bear it equally ?
losses-gains, smiles-tears
honour-criticism:without and
with me?

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