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My Fear To Be Blown Again...

My Fear To Be Blown Again…

The paths are so crooked,
Not easy to walk…
If ever you bump into,
Very difficult to hold steady…
Your face in my eyes I wouldn’t want,
When I cry and wipe my eyes,
To fade with the time…
I wonder seeing you for the first time face to face,
All my words may freeze in my throat,
I would melt like a burning candle…
Life has turned me to ashes slowly,
And now I fear to be blown again with the wind…
To make you my habit and get use to you I fear,
I am scared that I may not be able to change this habit ever…

 

© 2013 Pimmi Nag

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