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Blink. Gone.

By dia.dreamer, Kochi, India

Day and night, I quietly sit and whisper
to a tiny, shielded soul to fight,
radiating warmth and luminosity,
the only thing keeping me alive.

The shield shivers; it is ready to face
the eagerly awaiting world,
a little squeal from it inside,
a little crack appears on its shield.

Please don’t wake up yet,
before mommy comes back, dear.
I shall come soon with your first meal
while you battle for your right.

Cold stoniness swimming in the air
greets me when I rush back;
the nest is bitter and evil now;

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1 comment(s)
Wow! Great job! This is amazing! Keep writing! Please read, rate, and comment on my poems! It would mean a lot.
Nov. 15, 2012 at 3:10 PM • Report