Chetan Tehlan

(15-08-1995 / new delhi 73)

endeavor


I built my fort
I had my soldiers
I was serving decent life
With no foul hollers

Now that i declared war
i got to play my part
I got to fight with comarades
Till that skin falls apart

i wont hide in this hay
im up to cut and bleed
until i die making emends
which i had commited one day

they taking us over
I have nobody to command
would i rather live?
Or die like others in this piece of sand

I think i had my thoughts
just trigger a bullet through my heart
Make a end to this, until my brains comes to drought

Now my slate is clean
and my soul is pure
Hope i could have said
my last words, to my love
With the left over endeavor

Submitted: Friday, June 28, 2013
Edited: Saturday, June 29, 2013

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bottomline-just have some faith in you, and you make your way through

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