Tuesday, 8 September 2015

A fateful day





















It is written on wall
That I am shown the door.
I came there for a vision.
You ignored my mission.
I longed for a tryst
That turned out as mist.
With limped heart,
With wounded pride
Now I am back.
May be some odds
Could be against.
Hope is still alive.
27.10.99, Palakkad


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