VERSES

Search me not with eyes but soul,
Search me for reasons dark and deep,
Read not the words dipped in sugar-bowl;
But seek the secrets which i keep.

I carry a burden of untold tales,
Countless passions wrapped in a word,
Ugliness, bepofe which beauty pales,
And cries of desperate anguish unheard...

I'm the fear which plagues the mind,
The joy which brings forth tears,
I'm what has been left behind
And carried forward in years.

I'm the fire on which rebels feed,
The white messenger of peace.
A story of sacrifice and greed.
The elegy for the deceased.

I'm what every poet dreams,
Inspired by somethings nice.
Raging seas and sparkling streams
Scorching suns and melting ice.

I ask for neither accolade nor praise
Only desire to be remembered as a VERSE
In past, present and future days
To be delivered from oblivion's curse...