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prathyamPsi
prathyamPsi
the pen and paper feeds on my imagination!
Her heart was the winter fire that touched lives as she moved lucky, I was, to be a part of it lucky to have had her as my best As moody as she was, kind Like paper planes we often came down than fly high in the sky you're in the crowd talking you hardly look at me now I wish I could walk up embrace you in my warm hug as sweet as she was, bitter the messages you conveyed and the pictures help get through your enternal absence I've been longing you your sight, your touch anyone would be lucky to have her if she became the way once, she was!
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 7:50 AM UTC
She was,
Study! Study! Study! cried the mother your father is working very hard we have our hopes on you don't break, we've come so far The society won't recognize you with your 60 70 or 80 you'll be left behind there is no second place in this life "Dream Big", two words sold by all seldom are we allowed, these words to buy not anymore, came out the rebel we all held inside Become a doctor or an engineer get the best white collar job but I wish you say to me "son be whatever you want" Was it my fault to be born as a lion but made to believe I was a sheep? the rebel was battered and bruised brought down by his own from dreaming All I did was to dream dream beyond the ordinary now everything is in vain it seems what the society taught me is I dare not to dream!
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
I dare not to dream
Drawn by the power of greed and lust I dawned unto a me I could not recognize the earth grew so did my hunger I became insatiable when my end came I ran and ran hear this ballad of a broken man now I had everything I wished for but satisfaction still eluded me the beast inside me wanted more became a slave of my own desires when my end came I ran and ran hear this ballad of a broken man now death moons over me as I rest but satisfaction still eluded me and a wise man spoke "son you've wasted your life and your soul died of thirst while you tended to your greed your soul forgot to breathe" and now his end had come and no more he ran this was the ballad of a broken man
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC
Ballad of a broken man