I looked at the clock ticking...I asked myself, what if I can turn back time?
This is my first creation...maybe when I was 12 or 13....This is a poem I’ve written years ago when I was alone.It’s not about anyone in particular, I don’t even know why it turned out this way, but nevertheless, I think it speaks me... :)
The drop that falls..from the window glass..
is a sorrowful pain,
to my blood vein... !
which grows every time to the sweetest rhyme...
which was just few years ago...
No one can understand, No one can know..
that what I feel...
After losing my GLEE !!!
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