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Crumpled Heart…

With crumpled heart and a sore soul,
Like a foolish I played a lengthy role.
Today I feel you make fun of me,
And dancing on my bleeding soul.
Again and again you hammer those rude words,
It has crossed now its limits and no more I can hold.
Bitter is it how we end and twisted was this relation,
Today it charred my soul and now I fall like a dead leaf.
Soon will be mingle with the earth will not be in sight,
It will be an end of all complains from you and fights…


© 2012 Pimmi Nag