It's raining heavily outside
And I'm burning in someone's memory
My soul is wounded with me
And my empathetic words are angry with me
The buttons of my shirt are broken
And the soles of my shoes are worn out
I want to hum a song on my favorite guitar right now
This is the climax of my patience
Right now I'm fighting a silent war
Times are bad - I'm not sure
This earth is so kind
That it will consider me innocent of the crime of dreaming
And I'll be saved
From the clutches of destiny
What should I do
The megapixels of your memories
Go beyond my control, every time!
©®Arvind Srivastava, Bihar,
INDIA
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