Didn’t you call me Icarus’s son?
Mother, now watch me as I die -
And I’ll watch you as you come undone
Wasn’t it me you didn’t want to see?
Am I not the one you so abhor?
Catch a glimpse as I play with gravity
Mother, I just jumped from the twenty-first floor
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1 comments:
im tired and bored to say the same things every single time...
"suraj nice poem", "excellent poem suraj"!!
kya kare...u do write so well!
gosh, my adjectives are exhausted!!
says a lot, this poem!!
:D
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