trivial in a conversation
muddle in a thought
crumble in the humor
mumble in the laugh
it's the inconsequential
it's the confusion of the heart
it's the agony of the wonder
it's the sigh when we are apart
Lost I am, without the thought of you
disgruntled and distraught
wanting to be with you
more than I could have fought
head home by the sundry lanes
quickest - through the spring path
I will pray the demons give you way,
I hope they heed my bleeding heart...
1 comment:
Nice :-) so always want to head home eh :) its a 6 pm roz ka story !
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