I wish I had the heart
Made up of stony flakes
And the mercury to flow about
All the tissues and nerves
The spongy eyes to hold all tears,
And a remote to control the nightmare;
I wanna give birth an actor in me,
To pretend as a blind, who can’t see.
I am puzzled oh! dear my mate,
Whatever it is destiny or a bad fate;
For each and every step I take,
No sign of light just darkness ahead.
What else now, can I do,
Nothing except dreaming you;
Crying in front of god, oh lord!!
Just an idol of lifeless mud.
Singing your song along the way,
Fixing the target reaching nowhere;
To get rejected has become a fate,
Love is the word , the most I hate.
July 1, 2011
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