Saturday, September 8, 2012

A Song…

Stock vector of 'Greenery'
A Song…

I can feel the night behind me,
The fading light sucks the old tree;
Feel the rain in your face and feet,
No one can feel that for you.
I am in love!
The world is ignorant about this life;
You mockery adds to this tide,
The tornado changes its course;
Leaving traces of undying remorse!

Today, I saw the children grow,
It redefines my time and age;
The mountains ages with grace,
Signs of fragile human race,
We can be early or late,
Life in the edge of a razor blade;
How many died;very few we can trace!
The grownups are still growing,
Needy still borrowing!

I wonder what you think;
How you think?
About life going down the sink,
What you feel?
What you feel?
When you steal!?
Happiness from the heart;
How you feel?
Hollowness- from the very start?
Where do you go?
When you are low?


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