-By Mradul and Me
The road is red
With the dust of the sunset
The cloud is dead
From an unchecked blood-let
There is no me
And today there was no you
And i am sick of all this
When there's nothing else to do
I am leaving for good
And packing my empty bag
Sorry for the rain delay
And for the space-time lag
Its the last orange day
And the breeze too says bye
The sky will talk no more
While the leaves curl up and die
1 comment:
The beauty of the written word is that it can mean something to me and a completely different thing to you. Nice one..
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