This horrible lonliness.......eats into my morale.....
Everytime I try to evade......I invariably hit a wall.....
There are people around....with whom I laugh and talk.....
But the feeling of being alone.......sits firmly like a rock.....
I dream of my country, home, friends and kin......
Seems like another life, another era that had been.......
Friday, October 15, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
To the disconsolate!!!
Thy road has only just begun.....thy life is yet to unravel.....
Thy palette is colored yet.......and the easel stands all set...
Thou art beautiful, thou art true.....something great shall happen to you....
Thy palette is colored yet.......and the easel stands all set...
Thou art beautiful, thou art true.....something great shall happen to you....
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