A small poem dat came on my feverish mind dis mrng:- Where my words end even before I start, Peeping in there with all strain is my habit, Where there still persists the sweat of the setting sun, Searching in there for a poem with all mistakes I would make, Seems it slipped my hand, The night making the time flow nowhere, Fears fearing the everyday aspirations, Heard the fears of the lonely raising wind, Just say once therez no one you have, To accompany you among the crowd of the dying bodies, Just say once I am all alone...
Posted on: Sat, 10 Aug 2013 04:30:54 +0000
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