Sunday, July 3, 2016


Lost are the thoughts and words
As if scared to be chopped by swords
Broken are the life's cords
As if chopped off by the swords

Ink has dried with the heat
such that
I had to use my blood
To give shape to words

So scared is life today
as if 
There is no hope left
Happiness has been lost to theft

Such is the state of mind
It seems to have lost of kind
Such is the state of heart
It has lost that love cart

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