I want to cry but the eyes are dry,
To the world of death, I want to fly.
Love was the thing I wanted to get,
Things got changed and the hard was fate.
Running to the horizons with the hand in the hand,
Dreams are just dreams, nothing to be glad.
Sky has the stars, glittering and the spark,
Moon of mine is hidden under the shade of dark.
Innocent heart was busy enchanting the name,
Hollowness was there to burn it with the flame.
World seems lying underneath the hard colds,
Feelings are gone and hearts turn stones.
Nothing has been left to fly away with,
Sun is set and night has enough of width.
By the virtue of word, want to say Bye,
To the world of death, I want to fly..
MITUL PRAJAPATI, Ahmedabad
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