31 Aug 2012

CURSE (by Rahul Sharma)


Time is killing me,
Don't know what to do;
Days are getting harder;
Can't even go for a quarter;
And now I wanna shatter,
Everything improper.
Need some forbidden corner;
Wanna get some sleep.
Hates on you my life,
Thou raced with time and tide;
The ride was full of pride.
Ardent wasn't me,
But it was thwarting life to me!


(- Rahul Sharma (all rights reserved))

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