Expedition To An Unknown City
here, I am now resting besides
the graves of my memories
and plucking black flowers
grown to their ugly chests
and with a spade, digging the
hole to grab all the soil
to rewrite my past, although
knowing thats quite impossible.
i am in an unknown city, with
my some well wishers,
the city proves to be full of
graves and vast skeletons
i cannot rest my legs on them as
they are pious remains
and their souls instruct the
whole city with their bizzare
eyes.
i am unable to decide, why my
fate has taken me to this city,
have i done something wrong or
just craved for you
and I know my discovery would
lead me among one of them
Last night,
I encountered a virgin soul,
weeping on her grave,
she was a beauty and a heartful
lady in her best clothes
I w
had no courage to go to her, and
asked her what the matter was,
somewhat like she too was
feeling what I felt at the
beginning
I wish, she might understand
the pain of the dark memories
And that city lies in the heap of
the dead memories.
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