i spoke an unspoken truth
clandestine i thought...i wud cover with grim
he read me rite across my cloudy eyes
the night she died ...the flowery child inside
i picked up seeds of remorse
dialled the numbers i felt close
chanted the prayers to feel better
still disturbed .............a penance
i assumed ill die of the guilt
but anguish was all i earned
yearned for a smile..... by him
i stood beside my mortal twin
it pricked me .........d question
of y i killed my spawn
is it my desire to earn
fashion and fawn??
i never saw d dawn of hope
till today he never spoke....
i yearned for my trial
than face the guilt & pain
but he chose to make me live
and play the lead in my own game...
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