Words I write despite all pain.
Isn't heartache that defines who u ought to be wen life strikes left, right middle centre if it likes.
All have stopped for a moment
while I reminisce of that so thought of past which so happens to be my last
It never cease to mesmerise how fairytales forever told, never pop up in reality, I guess old folk tales so remain a dream in a white man's land
The bells have so longed to ring as no 1 seems to give em a second chance to be and flee
Words I write inspite of pain as I'm in tight chains of only thee can unleash
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the poem and hate the pain