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Friday, July 4, 2008

LITTLE LATE


500 miles walk from the shoeless legs
Rain of tears mother eyes sell her innocent
Child not found enough milk in her breast
Sweat dancing over heart, life is grin on rent
The famous swindle of city someplace fall
And gap between dates on tombstone small
Your nuptial dress stares from the wall hook
Your love searching food in stalls you like to cook
Dionysian still looking for silence smile
Moron from heart walking mile and mile
But its little late to find love……………..

ASHISH 02 July 2008 11:29 pm

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

5th line has very deep and great meaning.