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Me Unknown…

The existence of me is unknown,
My mind got no answers shown.
I sit here everyday explore,
A dark wall in front on my eyes,
And I hear a loud roar.
It is so familiar to me,
As if I heard that before.
It is my inner voice,
Meaningless hiding behind.
And now it is in the air.
The days and the nights,
Disappeared one by one.
New day rises with the sun,
But this side no sun shines upon.
Silence breaks sometimes within,
And some meaning lure my thoughts.
But still I seldom see what I want to see,
And to be with whom I want to be…



© 2012 Pimmi Nag