When I looked in my father’s eyes,
with a foul smell in my mouth,
I made a promise to those skies,
to not to drink again till my last breath.
I sang apologies to him,
with no words and mind,
they came from my heart and whim,
the ones of their own kind.
Then I thought of future and asked for an exception,
to pardon this promise for wedding of all my brothers,
Then he said with a queer expression,
‘I know just a few of them, rest, who are allothers?’ :P
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
When I looked in my father’s eyes,
with a foul smell in my mouth,
I made a promise to those skies,
to not to drink again till my last breath.
I sang apologies to him,
with no words and mind,
they came from my heart and whim,
the ones of their own kind.
Then I thought of future and asked for an exception,
to pardon this promise for wedding of all my brothers,
Then he said with a queer expression,
‘I know just a few of them, rest, who are allothers?’ :P
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