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Taher Shemaly

Rookie - 0 Points (17/8/1980 / Kuwait)

Sad And Lonely


As I started sipping
my daily lovely coffee
A race of memories just began in my mind
of old days, the hard and the easy
And looking at myself now with a tear in my eye
just to find myself sad and lonely

And as I walk down that antique street
where my old little house was meant to be
It feels hard to breathe just to know
that I am out of it now and maybe
maybe forever I would be like a rover
that tells stories of how sad I am and lonely

Those stairs I used to go up and down
everyday in fast rhythm used to be happy
In my room I used to stay most of the time
never thought that i would live in a tragedy
But words are not useful now
for sad I am and lonely

Though poverty was my company long ago
but riches couldn't bring back honey
The honey I saw in my sweet old days
Days of the poverty and agony
Believe me my friend riches won't give you a thing
But to make you sad and lonely

Submitted: Friday, April 15, 2005

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  • Rookie Ashraful Musaddeq (9/12/2008 11:28:00 AM)

    'Believe me my friend riches won't give you a thing
    But to make you sad and lonely' nice conclusion. I love it. (Report) Reply

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