Based- as the point of view of a criminal from a story from my text book of class eight. (After Twenty Years from the Oxford Reading Circle)
Type- Blank Verse Poetry
POV- Bob
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I read the letter.
My hands trembled.
It was from Jimmy, my chap.
I grew up with him.
He was like my own brother,
With a whole opposite nature.
I was caught, due to him.
But somehow, I didn't feel betrayed,
Instead, ashamed.
The soul, in me, knew,
What I was doing was wrong. Very wrong,
But I still entered, the crime world.
Now, that I'm caught,
The criminal in me feels terrible,
But the me in me is happy,
Since I'm no longer, Silky Bob, the smuggler, so smooth.
The criminal in me is murdered,
And for the first time since the previous twenty years,
I inwardly, feel joyous.
But I still don't smile,
I've forgotten how to,
And let myself be arrested,
For I didn't want to escape,
I was truly caught.
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Hey readers! Here's another poem. Hope you like it. Put in your comments. It really inspires me somehow. And I've decided that I'll be writing a few quotes too, made by me itself sometimes after the poem.
So today's quote is:
"Silence says more than words."
-Srishti
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Poetrycover by @AMicahela ----------- You have stumbled upon my collection of poetry. Some may be sad, some may be childish. Some may be rhythmic, some may be in blank verse. Some may be proses too. Overall, hope you like it..:-)
