Wednesday, July 14, 2010

The best medicine!

All the wrath I carefully grew,

every irate word that I honed;

over hours of fretting and fuming,

anticipating sweet revenge...


blow up in a puff of empty fumes,

at that astute little taunt of yours;

I end up admiring your witty tongue,

laugh at myself; refuse to be stung!

oh, how I hate myself for this...

I wish I had no taste for humor;

it makes me lose my armor of honor!

5 comments:

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எழினி.ப said...

Hi Deepa,

Real good one...Keep it up

Regards
Ezhini.P






Dr.Sameena Prathap
said...

Hi,

that's a nice poem...i have written a few poems...you can find them at www.lovelypriyanka.blogspot.com

Sameena

RICHIE said...

try this new thing called freaking out!

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