the leaves on that tree have started to fall
the roots though are firm
but it wont grow anymore tall
its not it's end term
it has to live a lot
i have started seeing its pain now
n my helplessness to help is clear n sought
it has been like this since ages
its toughness was admired but pain was never thought
its become it's habit now
loneliness has become friends, n family fought
teardrops dried up, feelings melted
its been numb since, debile and rot
i wish i could become its strength
i wish i could tell him..
papa..i love u a lot..
just taking life as it unfolds, finding answers to truths untold, striving hard to talk to my heart and soul, and trying to figure out - this mystic society and my inhumane role
Sunday, May 3, 2009
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