We Are His Puppets... - Poem by brownie alfred
I considered you my everything
And you loved me like anything..
But, suddenly one day God cut our link with a knife
and today I'm not a priority in anybody's life..
I feel helpless, shattered and full of agony
But this is something that is there in store with the destiny
You are gone and pray that you are in peace
But, you have left me alone, full of grief..
The world tells me not to shed a tear
But, I want my life to take a reverse gear
And return me my happy childhood days,
When I laid into your lap without any fear..
I know u ll be there with me forever and everywhere,
But, still I want back those days when you were here to care...
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