And...
To think of the days that are still to come,
Where counts one’s heart in this narrow world,
The sun has set and lights grow dim.
Here falls the night there goes my day;
But I, a prey have illusions to form,
Of the bitter core in my motherland.
Copyright © Jai Garg | Year Posted 2008
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