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Thursday, March 10, 2011

The unending Lust

Call it a day
or call it a life
Its a given virtue that thrives
In a dreaded night
i tread like a nocturnal bird
The wings shaken by the winds
Which pierces like a knife

Is it the glory that gives me life
Or is it a mere strategy to stay alive
Now all that i dreaded is kept aside
I seek a new life
of wellness and full of pride
May be that I want too much now
But wanting I heard is called life.

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