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A song of despair
The night rain sing a song Over the hills of my silence To benumb my soul all along, Grief breaks my heart fence
¥ Freedom ¥
A word that ignited my incombustile mind, I raised my marasmus jowl upward and Opened the sutured mouth. My eyes cascaded the caged fervour for freedom like pearls in a nacre.
For My Rose!
So many charming flowers loved me: Some of them were Daisy, Lily, Jasmine and Rose But I loved the one among them was Rose ''Rose- The Queen of flowers'',
Colour affright specular eyes; The reddish tinged colour, Of mellow leaves, Of autumn.
I open the casement of my soul To encamp me into your tent of life, As I'm a temporary tenant in this world, I want to be with the one I believe.
A new day has come in my shell Underneath my chrysalis of life For the metamorphosis of my shadow When I listened to the rain,
§ Footprints §
Once I searched for salvation everywhere With my blind mind and sinful heart Through the breast of this secluded land. But salvation was smiling at me
Souls of thought dance in gloom Hopes and dreams of life abide to bloom. Fresh air of solitudeness now I feel Like the caress of a breeze in my heel.
I gazed at a candle light in twilight Burning under the baluster of a churchyard And its fluctuating flame in soft breeze, Can be withered its wick in a wildwind.
If Sky is my way, And Rainbow is my chariot, Where Sun and Moon will be the torch of my chariot, Clouds as the feathers of my chariot,
I. Thy eyes shine, comely; O Rose, Thou art mine, love me- By heart and soul and be close,
If you ever loved me,
Stab me with a dagger, Over my wounded heart Or crush my fragile mind, With your cruel words
I. Oh, beauideal! unveil thine plaid, Where my heart and love I laid. Thine parts shone, lo! ''bejewelled belle'',
My heart is broken
I lost everything, That I had in my life. Hopes disappeared And Dreams faded away from me.
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A song of despair
The night rain sing a song
Over the hills of my silence
To benumb my soul all along,
Grief breaks my heart fence
A song of despair!
That floats everywhere in air,
Till to the depth of my heart's creek
To cascade tears through my cheek.
But this moon heart is stone-dead
For she've left my heart's stead.
My Eyes, fore'er, lost its shine,
Nothing following me but my shadow;
The only crony to say as mine,
To walk with me in this despair-meadow.
But, in a medow of love once I walked
With my lover and we stalked.
Holding her hand in my wrist, ...