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Expectations

I can give you clues, I can solve mysteries for you
But do we find solutions for their sake… or is it
To feel the wonder, the amazement of the creation

Every time I can hold your finger and show you the way
To what I want, and what you can be for me, for yourself
But will you really ever know, can’t you be innovative?

We can meet in dreams, or face to face or letter to letter
But how many void times should I forward my chopped palms
With deep destiny and true promises and love and expectations

You can leave me incomplete, after all how many things
Do we actually complete over this platform? If we ever did…
And I can live like a pale page, with a prose and poem

But… at lowermost and rightmost corner with a name…
“Unknown or Lost…” with a date… beneath…
When you made me alive and left me to suffer…

Still, I will wait…hovering in the sky like a droplet
Waiting to meet the sands and get lost in depths…
Live like a camouflage with the clouds, the crowd…

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I don't know what you feel after reading it... its just I was feeling a bit low and I had both a pen and a paper...might be a coincidence but still... I had them...

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  • BellaD
    July 9

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    Very powerfully written. Love this line:
    When you made me alive and left me to suffer…
    Nice job and congrats on the silver.


  • PrabhuDayal Khattar gold member
    June 29

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    you described a heartfelt theory of the life here..I am touched....thank you so much for the heart touching piece...

  • rhondasail
    June 25

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    Oh, this is tremendously sad, yet I feel a great sense of life in it. A knowing, if you will, that even in the "Unknown or Lost", the expectation lives on, the life still exists, in a different way...on 'a pale page'...Your write the most amazing images...and bring much to ponder, thank you. Glad you had the pen and paper in your hand...Best of luck in the contest. Peace, Rhonda