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roses inundate me......keeping at bay their thorns.....thinking me beautifully complete they don prick.....just if i could , how wish to show the ugly......vulnerability underneath!

.......judging me ........hail and stong they don attack........am i lucky that they can't see the aching wounds..........verile and tender!
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Sonali GoelGarg said…
beautiful lines Sonam...very relevant.
You are a master at the art of using words...really!
Jan 19, 2009, 6:12:00 PM
sonam said…
oh....thank you so much!
i'm sure getting such words from you ....i probably have done something worthwhile!
THANKS!!!
Jan 20, 2009, 9:00:00 AM
Gaurav Saxena said…
Hi...I did not know unkown visitors would read my blog cause I myself don't visit it anymore, but today i did.
Nice words written here...poetry or no, the expression sounds true. Nice work. Some times the best poem has no words.
wishes
GS
Feb 5, 2009, 12:22:00 AM
Gaurav Saxena said…
Thanks for dropping by and writing that comment ...
Feb 5, 2009, 12:24:00 AM
sonam said…
thanks! those r indeed true, infact that's just an expression of what i feel.
Feb 9, 2009, 8:12:00 PM
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