A Poem by Hari Om

you will be wounded, you will be sick ....keep faith and disasters shall rest


The more I spoke
The lesser I could breathe
Under the shades of reckoning disaster
Putting forth heaps of avalanche rumbling faster

With durable faith
And shabby hopes
Hung between a gorge
Knitting ropes

I was soldier enough
To face the odds 
No less than a war
All to recall

Bullied by love
Buried by hate 
swam across
Good hope's cape

Clutched inside the dark aura
With thirst of light 
Blazing in veins
With wounded wings I try to fly
Singing melancholy strains 

© 2017 Hari Om

Author's Note

Hari Om
faith is your weapon against everything you don't have control over

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NOW THIS ONE is very good.
Love this write a lot. pulled me in and made me think a bit. Love this write.

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Hari Om

1 Year Ago

thank you i am obliged .. ;)
Woven in every winter place, cold and stark, your faith seems to grow, to bring you warmth and hope to carry on. And that is something so few seem to have when the world falls apart. Thank you for this sacred inspiration, Hari.

Posted 1 Year Ago

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such an important sentiment to this piece, clever use of metaphors

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Added on January 12, 2017
Last Updated on January 12, 2017
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Hari Om
Hari Om

chandigarh, north, India

i write through them good and bad times. words wear a value worth the universe. more..


A Poem by Hari Om

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