Tuesday, 5 June 2012

LOST


I journeyed into
The mountains of ice.
Ran headfirst into
The trap of being nice.

I jumped here,
Jumped all over,
Reached nowhere,
Right in front of a clover.

I took it to be luck,
So I let my feeling run amok.

Once again
I jumped everywhere,
And once again,
I reached nowhere.

So I’ll raise a toast,
And will not boast,
That I was lost
In this white frost.

2 comments:

  1. What does "right in front of a clover" mean?? At first I thought you were pointing towards the association of clever leaves with luck, but I guess you wish to signify something else, please explain
    PS : Would like an epic poem like "Potatoes" once in a while..

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  2. A clover is a sort of flower meant to bring good luck if you find it and a poem like potatoes will be up in some time :)

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