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Nirmalee Mar 2013
Alone I am,
With my burdens of sorrow,
With a past not to cherish much,
And not much hope for tomorrow.

When the people surrounding me
are so evil,ruthless and stone-hearted,
Unfair is this world,
Injustice being done at everybody's cannival.

I feel pity for the heart,
A poor heart in disgrace,
So vulnerable to the torments of words,
In so fictious a world,it tries to make some space.

Alas! everytime it fails,
And tears which stream down in solitude
Are nothing but a few futile drops of water.
It is the lack of the little love that makes a heart destitude.
Nirmalee Mar 2013
I chased a ray of light
That I caught a glimpse of,
What a magnificent light it was,
Golden. the most dazzling one can think of.

In my mad pursuit,
I was oblivion to the ticking of clock,
So alluring was it's presence
That I ran until I could no more walk.

Then I caught the bright golden light,
and preserved it in my palm,
I was blinded by the dazzling glow,
Yet a voice inside me asked me to keep calm.

I then saw a child on the other end of the street,
Engulfed in darkness and the cold biting on his bare hands and feet.
So I went to him and gifted him the light,
And the smile on his face was the most beautiful sight.

— The End —