Friday, September 14, 2007

controversies

Its day,
I write about night.
Its joy,
I hold sorrow tight.
Its clear,
I pervert my sight.
I know its wrong,
But i claim it right.
I heave a heavy sigh,
standing below the studded night.

2 comments:

Rai said...
This comment has been removed by the author.
siddharth.. said...

u r simply brilliant poet..1 must agree...
but on the other side..u r simply nuts..u care 4 someone who doesnt worth it...
rest is up to u...
i know there is no pt. in tellin u...
coz..a dog tail is never straight...