With Days
WITH DAYS.
With days long gone
But venom still strong
As if whole of universe
Conspiring against
The soul in grief all along.
Tell me not tale of unspeakable demise
Where have gone the beauteous dreams
The ending has annulled anything anew
Mystery of wraths and teared streams.
Copyright © Durlabh Singh | Year Posted 2013
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