We survive

burdened with the
thoughts of mundane,
mind can not perceive
what lies in front,
eyes see garbage
where roses bloom.
alas, such are the
ways of life
we need to do,
to survive.
we dream,
and then see
them shattered,
the heart bleeds,
while the eyes
run dry.
we survive.
we survive,
at what cost?

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

9 thoughts on “We survive”

  1. At the cost of the precious hearts that could transform even the garbage dump into rose gardens in May?
    Thoughtful poem, though you say you don’t think, the words just comes.

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    1. For a moment I was confused. Last line of my poem was “we survive, at what cost” and you responded “Hope pays the cost”. I assumed from your response that for us to survive, we sacrifice hope.
      Thanks for the clarification.


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