In new world’s oldest corridors <br />faded yesterdays blackened blockages <br />Illness and oldage taught virtue or not <br />wisdom lies on golden shores <br />retrieves past painted fears <br />why should one justify <br />human errors <br />lament to get the breath back <br />dance around with flames and ashes <br />gloom on anguish and anemic aromas <br />should one walk away from a gifted <br />existence, why should one limp on <br />broken wheelchairs <br />Enough, enough for a while <br />watch that sunrise and pleasant dawn <br />for you and for me it is same <br />God listens to all... <br />Is heaven or hell pretty? <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Sept 2,2008 <br />8.30 am<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perceptions-7/
