Treasure Island

Mittur Ramprasad


THIS BROKEN HEART OF MINE


THIS BROKEN HEART OF MINE

Days were good like my rainbow dreams
Nights were pleasant like flowing streams
Moon was smiling sun was shining strong
Life was like a sweet melody of a love song

Reality is unkind living I am with heartaches
Paying I am the dues for all my past mistakes
Like the gloomy sky with no radiant stars above
Now barren are the moments without your love

Living I am in a vacuum I have lost my way
Feeling frightened drifting is my mind astray
Like a floating torn feather which is windblown
This broken heart of mine is crying all alone

Closed are the doors of windows of yesterdays
Find I cannot any comfort as my soul is ablaze
Smoldering I am like the burning coal in hearth
I have no place to run or to hide on this earth

Submitted: Thursday, March 08, 2012
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