10 Jan 2009

The Best at last

Post by santhi

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Failures were not few

But were in rows


Idle never I sat

Though dullness drained me off


Set backs made me sullen

Saddled though I remain


Smiles were quiet seldom

Stealthily I even cried


She was always there to pat

“Something better on the way”


Days danced away quietly

None of my dreams realized


At last now in my deathbed

Engulfed by the close ones


She staring with swollen eyes

Drew her near and whispered


“See, now the Best is at the door ”

No more I have to wait”

Death is never a solace or solution

But remains always a fatal blow.





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