Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (Macbeth)
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
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Defeated ghosts Knock on Rubberwood doors Sniffing The warm air Of many children And stagnating youth Mingling In one great Remnant Of what was once Family
The poem is really wonderful
ReplyDeletebeautiful......haunting...
ReplyDeleteThanks all...i'll try harder to write better :)
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