My ego is too
high,
Friends why don't You come back into my life?
My life was coloured by you,
Sugars, salts and spices of life,
Why can't we turn back time?
You were the
every strand of my life.
Washing and
churning have worn out the strands,
Testing times
have wrung it hard now,
Hopes and happiness is all squeezed out,
Sun-dried my life lies, soul cries aloud.
Seasons of life have created the havoc,
There is nothing left to fear,
These are the
end days of my life,
Cloth of life
has holes all over.
Doom has
destined on my door,
You all are so
distanced from me,
May be these
are the last words I breathe,
Thanks for
colouring my life,
Hope to see you in my next life.
With a good flow, a nicely written piece of work! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Kitty :)
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