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What Do You See In Me?

I have been put through the shredder and my entrails have stained many a heart before. I have been ground fine in time and now get tossed in beautiful looking hourglasses. I have been beaten hollow as a drum, and I am highly strung. The shrillness of my voice; you would not have heard before.

I have been battered by the blue waves and have surrendered my pride years ago; I have no rocky edges no wedges and no space for your little hands to hold on to. I sustain no life anymore. Wonder what you see in me!

Rajesh

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  1. Jerral MilesJanuary 14, 2011 at 9:39 PM

    Rajesh,
    Thanks for your comments about President Obama. I have come to your BLOG... delighted with your good spirit, keen mind, and fine writing. I am glad to find your poems... and to find you. Having lived for several years in Southeast Asia, and having gone back to Asia as often as I can manage it, I feel already as if we have been friends for many years. I will check back regularly.
    Jerral

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  2. workinghardJanuary 15, 2011 at 11:09 PM

    I see beauty of the survivor. Be well WH

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  3. SusannahJanuary 16, 2011 at 3:46 AM

    I think this is another wonderful piece of writing. I particularly liked...

    "I have been beaten hollow as a drum".

    Thank you very much for your visits to my blog, they are much appreciated.

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