Mountains
after mountains I have crossed by,
Freed
from the slaughter roughs on whom one can’t rely.
Dominic
of shredder clouds have even passed my way,
Stopping
me to reach my goals
But
everyone got slayed.
Now,
I know the truth that-“I am just a puppet of a great pomp show,
So,
let me play my part at best and don’t morrow.”
“The
rest is history”-As all say,
&
every one shall find ones place to stay.
I
know that no one shall be rescued,
The
Time- shall slaughter your deceived wings & vows;
&
sooner or later we all shall be sewed.
Joyeeta
Talukdar
23/04/2016
Words that strike like arrow and expressed with so much power to shake the soul:)
ReplyDeleteThanks for ur comments Vishal
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