What you see
is but a shell,
a casing,
oft a prison,
that encloses
the essence that
is truly me.
The hand of time,
my leave me
weakened,
may twist and cripple
and leave me frail,
but the embodiment of me
is ageless,
and when it's freed
it will yet fly.
A contest entry
- you are a ... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended August 16, 2007, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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but the embodiment of me
is ageless,
and when it's freed
it will yet fly.
Indeed you are very true in the sentiments of yours..I am touched with the depth of the nature you have shown here.. welldone..thanks for such a beutiful entry in my contest...
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The last four lines of this poem are outstanding.
Overall a good write very positive there is some talent here I do believe.
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a wonderful emotional and deep write mum
this was just wonderful and i could feel it as i read it.
well done and best of luck
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To fly one must first spread their wings and make that first leap of faith that it will be alright. You have done so, beautiful write sweetie...Scott
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beautifully written and wonderfully done I think you have such a beautiful talent that I love to feel and read. this is awesome because I can feel each emotion as I read your poetry.
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