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Sunday, October 19, 2008

All Alone

Cold winter night
Stillness all around
Silence and chill enveloping all
Nowhere to rush to
No warm corner to hide
Torrent of abuses and ridicule
Fighting with hunger and drowsy eyes
Tiredness and weary toil of the day
Only cold benches to retire
Numbing blankets of memories
And thoughts of ending life
All alone and no glimmer of light
A faint hope makes life survive … Cold Saturday Winter Night

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posted by Nomade at 8:09 AM

3 Comments:

Now this is Beauty! whenever u write... the reader must long for more even after reading your lines again and again.. the feel must linger in his/her heart in the same way as it ignites your heart while penning...

length and the words u use dont matter but only the connection does!

February 12, 2009 at 1:43 PM  

You made me cry.. i don't wanna you to write this again.....

March 20, 2009 at 3:26 AM  

"agony" & "pain" yelling from the top.
Sure.. maybe faint, but hope is there for bright summer afternoons after long winters!!

March 27, 2009 at 2:45 AM  

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