Saturday, March 17, 2012

GONE II

And so I wither away…
In this heat, in this desert
The whole being thrown away in dirt
Your love is sentenced to live in abyss
Where are you and where’s your promise?
Broken feet and broken hands
Crippled and dumped in burning sands
This life now approaches the end
But I don’t expect you, I understand
That you are far and far away
And so I wither away…

--Rishiraj

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