In the sands of time, I have lost Myself..
My prolonged agony doesn't come to an end,
Like a book of mystery kepy in shelf
By chance or is it ongoing trend ?
Like ash my soul was dusted into pieces,
As a piece of cloth with so many creases...
I dig my image in treaures of life,
To find no traces in it alive....
Voices of cries that reach no ears,
Pain & hurt that bring no Tears !!!!!
2 comments:
मैं इस योग्य तो नहीं कि कुछ कह सकूं किंतु यह शब्द या वाक्य ""dusted into pieces "" मेरी समझ से बाहर है
hmm not my article though all credit goes to the writer i just found this from a freind of mine...
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