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Weak Body Frame…

My grief crushed and weakened my body frame,
My deep sunken eyes added to my mourner’s face.
Time has stopped somehow in this darkness,
Lost its way to take me to my destiny…
The cool breeze brings this fragrance once in a while,
Giving me an illusion that you are somewhere close by.
Strengthening myself a bit I move further few steps again,
A little hope and courage it takes to reduce this pain.
This desire to meet you one day doesn’t go away,
Still somehow manage to pull along with this weak body frame…


© 2012 Pimmi Nag