POETICbug

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I could go on living, just inhaling,

But I desire to make it worthwhile,

Fulfil the most trivial yet cherished dreams,

Own a space in everybody's memory,

So when I am lying on the pyre I sense content,

That my story was not left untitled.

This poem is submitted to the following challenges-

#A to Z April Challenge 2015
#Ultimate Blog Challenge April 2015
#Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge April 2015
#NaPoWriMo April 2015

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Poem © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)
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Truth

We inhale impatience like we need,

And use intolerance as our shield,

We make promises, so to break,

And trust is sold for a lowly paycheck,

What may become of humanity thereof,

if ever truth is given its final send off ?

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Sea beach

Zuma Beach, Malibu

I sit down on the cold sand bed

of this unfamiliar sea beach,

Nostalgic about the beach back home,

I realize, wherever we may be,

We are all drunk in the essence of our nation,

And this hangover shall never go.

This poem is submitted to the following challenges-
#A to Z April Challenge 2015
#Ultimate Blog Challenge April 2015
#Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge April 2015
#NaPoWriMo April 2015

Image Credits - Google Images
Poem © Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)
Creative Commons Licence