Tuesday, April 15, 2008

He wandered high and wandered low,
but could not find which way to go.

He could not find his dream, his destination;
so he filled his life with others' frustration.

He tried so hard to make them pleased
and none around would pay him heed-

Until upon some fateful day,
when thing began to go his way;
and everyone could see and hear
and surely he became their peer.

When everyone learnt truth at last:

A better person a man may be
for choosing the struggle of those not free;
For choosing the fight he needn't know,
and helping those left all alone.

2 Comments:

Blogger Hadia ( pseudoname) said...

nice idea,
Poetry blog!! that's sound cool.
I didn't reat all of the poems you wrote but there are some lines which I likes so much.
Keeep on my friends :)

2:58 AM  
Blogger attawie said...

Hi H.N.K :)

Welcome here. It's been a long while since we read something by you. I hope you're doing fine. take care

8:40 AM  

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