i beg to be alone,
the faces around can never let me scream
and shout my lungs loud,
the suffocation inside is fading not,
like this diving eve,
y never it find its bank like this solemn sunset?
do i have to revolve around those ashes i burnt up
long away ,
do i have to follow the trails again
that i knocked out,
wityh fence so strong?
no,
please,
the dignity i lost,
the strength i gave up,
nomore ii have courage left to drench myself in its shower...
the burning of coal is much better than constant pain of this yearning,
take me out,
or make me dead..
the route in between will engulf me again,
this time,
with nomore trace!!
hiramalik
