My Life

This poem is dedicated to my father, whose absence has made my life meaningless...
Alone in this earthy mob,
I am searching for my shroud.
My life is a hitch,
and pain a mushroom cloud.

Smiling lips, teary eyes,
and loneliness of the crowd.
Are your parting gifts to me,
and I accepted them with proud.

Yes..... I am alive here,
breaking the promise I made.
but I am dying every moment,
waiting for the coffin's shade.

By AparajitA Gangwani
Published: 10/9/2006		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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