fo i have regained the loosing faith,
now the timid flame is at the stake of my dreams,
those i dreamt once near the floating streams......
loss are my sights,
blurred are my desires,
the haziness only occupies,
the silent voice,the whispering attire......
i fear now of loosing faces,
mine is disfigured of fake traces,
remains with me ,snatch not anymore
i beseech- ed them with my blood,m not a whore.......
my Friend,dim the lights of the sky,
and make my low spirits high,
i crave for the darkness to hide my wounds,
the new day is awaiting in my land's womb!!
hiramalik
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i have taken this image from google,it doesnot belong to me!!!
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