Doleful bent eyes,
Sunken in ocean
Tongue-tied, still uttered
Like a bell rang in water.
On an Armchair
Sat all lonely…
Left in the dust,
In a waiting room
Fingers grasping a shroud,
Ay, shroud of moments
When I was happy as a Clam,
Ah, so what? Now you have
Skin all burnt…
Let us go away from here
They are calling Mortician
I hate their wit less voice
Denoting fallen curtains of your life.
I’ll be waiting for you…
With ocean of love in my heart
Yes, I’ll be there with doleful bent eyes.
Waiting
with
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