This Evening.. Poem by shweta khosla
This Evening..
i look over my shoulder
at the broken bridge
at the mirage
and the tears dont dry
i look over my shoulder
at the nights of laughter
those moments of emptyness
still the tears dont dry
i look at me now
letting go of the future
holding on to the past
but do i deserve to die?
Friday, March 20, 2009
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5/10/2024 4:47:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
nice poem has a lot of emotion in it