War Within - For Contest - Knock Us Down With Your Lines
You have taken books from my hand
You have taken breads from my mouth
You have snatched childhood from my life
To pour hatred in my divine soul
To make me a monster who would follow you
To fulfill your evil wishes through my trigger
My dreams have flown away with springtime breeze
Instead of guitar my angelic hands play guns
Destiny's child bleeds profusely in the war within
(C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)
28/08/2015
Picture no. 2 : Contest - Knock us down
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