Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Withered flowers..

I walked past your grave,
with brave face and silent sobs
misty stare and vacant looks
heart broken, yet pertinent sway..

I stepped aside, as if i know not-
your stone, the flowers and the name
eyes of my heart tightly shut
lest some tears might fall!

why do i lament? why to complain?
whither did you come? for it was he who gave
my life, my dearest and my soul
allowed to play a while, and took away! my life!

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