Every morning, that damned ritual begins
Struggling for life,for a piece of bread.Oh! what a plight?
Is this the price i pay, for committing those invisible sins!
As i head towards the tunnel, where there is no light
Staring at the blank walls,paint peeling off as if they were my skins
Alone and desolate,how many more battles do i got to fight?
Silence and loneliness, resounding from these bins,
Shooed away,as if i had the blight,
Strumming the strings of these broken violins
I Wait for Life,to clear my sight!!!
Aarti(c) 19/7/05
About Me
- Aarti
- Am a contradiction of sorts. i love going out and having a good time with friends, and i can also stay home chill out over a book or a movie.. Am very passionate about writing, so give me a topic and watch me float away into wonderland... I Am crazy about music,books,friends and my doggie... :)
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