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Saturday, February 20, 2010

Saga of a broken dream

I’m drowning in my past;
That too, just so fast;
Days were so divine;
And my life was sweet as wine;
Memories start to appear;
As an unforgettable fear;
Life seems to crumble;
Like a shell too feable;
Heart starts to shiver;
While my lips leap to quiver;
Words seem to halt;
As if in a broken shaft;
Mind seems to freeze;
In a chilling breeze;
I ceased wishing for more;
Since all my dreams have gone sore;
I pretend to laugh;
Though my words are broken into half;
I have no shelter to hide;
Why can’t life be a little mild?
Life is just too cruel!
And pain is its fuel;
Before the almighty, I bow;
While my tears continue to flow.

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