Thursday, February 3, 2011

The return of the enemy

When the dreaded foe resurfaced


My heart crashed against the ribs


Knocking me down.




But soon I picked myself up


And the ground steadied beneath me,


And I faced the foe.




The apparition which had petrified me


Was now but a shadow of what he was


The first time




He’d been demystified.


His cards were exposed


And my reserves I’d discovered.




I mocked him.




You can kill only me


You can’t touch my spirit



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7 comments:

  1. AnonymousFebruary 3, 2011 at 5:41 PM

    Excellent. I loved your final lines- they are so true- No one has the power over our spirit- that one thing gives us such strength!

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  2. Randhir Singh SumanFebruary 5, 2011 at 7:47 PM

    nice

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  3. P. VenugopalFebruary 8, 2011 at 6:33 PM

    i saw this poem only now, madam. you have demystified it.

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  4. Tripthi BattapadiFebruary 15, 2011 at 11:29 PM

    OH Wow!!

    Lovely expressions!

    Especially the last lines...!


    :)

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  5. Pranavam RavikumarMarch 17, 2011 at 1:41 AM

    Absolutely Nice...! Its after a long time, I am peeping into a blog from Trivandrum.

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  6. soulsearchingdaysMarch 24, 2011 at 11:56 PM

    fabulous.. those lines echo of a strong will..

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  7. HaddockApril 6, 2011 at 11:11 AM

    Yes....you can't touch my spirit

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