others may have wine, i have poetry

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.

We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.

And the human race is filled with passion.

And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.

But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

Dead Poet's Society

Friday, October 31, 2008

when i cry

when i cry
the last thing i want you to do
is to ask me to stop crying
or ask me the reason why

instead i'd love it if
you'd just embrace me tight
and hold me as long as i need

instead i'd love it if
you'd just tell me it'll be alright
and then gently caress my cheek

instead i'd love it if
you'd just lend me your shoulder
and also lend me some hope

instead i'd love it if
you'd just let me cry
and then gently wipe my tears dry
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2 comments:

Manasa. K .Kumar said...

Yeah, when someone asks you the reason when your crying, it just makes you cry more.

Nice poem !

November 3, 2008 at 11:12 PM
Juhi said...

Baby! I love you! =)

November 7, 2008 at 5:42 PM

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