The Flow

Sometimes in your life the frustrations drive (inspire) you to write. This what I experienced and expressed, in my bad days.
You creep the ladders of the hell
when you are disgraceful and unwanted.
You writhe restlessly,
Knowing yourself much better than before.
You bear pin-piercing sympathies
of your friends near to you.
They help you like lenders.
What if they want to be little superior than you?
and want to dominate you a bit.
Your naked ego does not allow this.
It revolts mutely.
You knew many things. You know many.
and you still learn.
You go on.

By Devanand Ahire
Published: 9/14/2007		 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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