i wish nomore, to silent their harsh mouths,
As the disaster is done,
And construction never ending,
What i feel,
Is the tiny deep ache,
Like mounting of heavy burden,
With whispering beep....
By all means, i tried to turn the hue of this color,
But clouds are heavy and thickness has resided permanently..
i re-painted my heart,
I rubbed my soul,
I re-changed the slogan on my door,
But my host comes with same face again and again,
And Make me walk in feels of those blue rains....
Hiramalik
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