And snatches my peace away.
I clasp your soft hand
And bury my head
Into your bosoms
Your vacuous hand dab me
On my dusty head.
Showing posts with label materialistic world. Show all posts
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Tuesday, November 5, 2019
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Let's Walk Down the Lane
Come let's walk down the lane, holding each other's hands. We'll talk about the times gone and all the sweet memories we made. ...
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Yellowish pictures, dark spots unruly hair, rustic clothes holding hands, running away stopping somewhere, in the way to catch some breadth ...
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Going on the same road everyday Looking at the same things. Same regular banal scenes Dirty roads, dusty pavements. Heaps of garbage, fille...
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So, what if I stand up and walk right now, What's stopping me? Am I a chained gladiator bound to fight and suffer, And be a means of amu...