Tuesday, 25 March 2014


Thy blood calls
My tears, Oh, dog!
Why you fight
For nobody’s sake,
A sentimental fool
You may utter
And you are right
I’m not a
Chameleon to go
For a colour change
Yet I long for
An approved love
From all quarters
Is it a mistake
To go weak
On others’s misery?
‘walk on a trodden
Path’, a voice echoes
Be it my way
Or the high way
Don’t spit on for
Being a village lass
It’s always safety first
And comfort next
When there’s a
Fight between the
Brain and heart
Neither weak to cry
Nor strong to risk
I’m not alien
But indeed human.

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