Oct 2017
Do not let this ink dry
Alone tonight, I cry
Holding this pen, I mix some tears
And then, scribble some words here
OH, and these broken dreams
Are like a forever companion
Drowned in my loneliness
Suffocating, my ambitions
What else, if not poetry
would understand my pain
Trying mending my dreams
Washing away the stains.
Alone tonight, I cry
Holding this pen, I mix some tears
And then, scribble some words here
OH, and these broken dreams
Are like a forever companion
Drowned in my loneliness
Suffocating, my ambitions
What else, if not poetry
would understand my pain
Trying mending my dreams
Washing away the stains.
Don't we all go through such a point in our lives? And what else, if not your pen and poetry, would be a better companion!!
(M/New Delhi)
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