Why do I often find myself alone even in a crowd.
Why do I laugh often but don’t really
enjoy it.
Why do I sleep often and still feel tired.
Why do I astray often, even without a
reason.
Why do I feel often like a shadow,
Of my old self with no life of its own.
Why do I feel often, like those foot
prints on sand,
Trailing behind till you get far enough,
Waiting to be washed away in the waves
of time.
Don't remember when I lost sight of
myself,
But this I know that
I have miles to go and smiles to spread.
by Algo
My feelings since long.
ReplyDeleteWonderful lines
very nice
ReplyDeleteEven I have something written on those lines.. Not up on my blog though!!! But, well written ..
ReplyDeleteGood one.
ReplyDeleteWonderful piece of writing. That's how sometimes I feel...
ReplyDeleteGood poem
ReplyDeleteRahul... Poetry is certainly your forte,There is soul in your lines.All the best
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