Fading memories
Forgotten past
Frozen Mind and spoiled dreams
I feel to hear the bells of death
The Chariot of God driven by White Horses
Started the journey
Who will cry?
Who will put a wreath ?
Who will fire my funeral ?
Who will put a light on my Graveyard?
Who will dismiss my ash in a holy River ?
I do not know .
That is the fate of a lonely Man as Me
That is the fate of a lonely Man as Me .
jaya krishnanalwaye... do good job...
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thank you sir
ReplyDeleteAt times, I also used to think like this. Thanks for sharing :)
ReplyDeleteRegards
Village Girl
thank you .jk
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