Through miles and lies,,
could see the holes of your heart,
could write those words in my bitter lips,
no less nor clear than the fear in your turbid eyes!
Falling off with the droplets of faith,’
‘had to take that long walk down the boulevard of ,
death and broken dreams,
With sincere greetings and mere…temptations
sleeping with inconsolable emotions’
Stories of my aunt who cacled with with hyneas’..
a hym rather, a chant from my mother’s funeral,
shame she wailed to her grave..
‘could blame my father who drank all his trove..
pity he never had love for his soul,
‘But,could thank time that tempered with such regrets..
refuged my inadequacies and ,
and sent condolencies for my heartbreaks
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