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Broken Heart...

Broken Heart…

Sitting here by the window
Fear the coverings…
Clothed by my ill faith,
Fear of steps that go awry
So weak for winters
Fear of cold chills,
The streets chipped in the Ice
So transparent in my mirror…
Now feel as if i am going to lose myself,
My tears stain the pillow,
Like my grand father’s old tree..
Trying to touch the green leaves,
But could catch only few weeds..
My heart bleeds against his heart.
I can see he lost the glow of his eyes..
This moment my blood is flowing.
In my body the wrong way..
Lost in this world
I just pray to God..
Erase all my memory..
Once..this is all I pray….

© 2012 Pimmi Nag