Comments about Anita Singh
Down In My Memory Lane...
I went down in my memory lane
On still and cold December night,
My past thoughts clinging to the darkest corner
Of my mind to seek warmth.
Alas! They found no shelter.
Mind didn't sympathise with them
But heart, it cried and shouted
In the silence of injustice,
And got tattered into pieces.
Soul turned sapless and pale,
No strength left to survive in tense of truth.
No freedom to remember or recall
The sweet memories of dear old friend,
Whom this world has forgotten
But, I remember...
No revolt, no outrage and no revenge,