Monday, June 11, 2012

Broken Heart

I lived in darkness,
when hope glimmered at last.

Atmosphere was jubilant,
Expectations grew fast,

Poorest of my fate,
It reasserted the past.

So never strive for joy Or expect the bliss
Coz for others, you are the most selfish.

If ever you have and wishes or desire,
Kill, destroy, burn them in fire

Life seems to me, a toil in the sun,
May be next life will have some fun.

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