by pushkar prabhat

These chilling winds….

stealing away the warmth

putting cracks in me,

cooling down the lava….

i will, soon, be

a fixture.

a monument of failure.

but i am afraid, before

anything solidifies;

i will fail, to live,

and i will be glad.

still, all i can think

was this worth?

the things i did.

the things that i,

can only recall.

was any of it……




day 27 poem #27 for 31 day poetry challenge of Maja(Business in rhyme). For more info, follow that link.

this poem continues from day 26, poem 26 All

Follow the progress of each day, here: 31 day Poem


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