Monday, 31 August 2015


The morning sunrise brings no joy any more

The birds song is mere noise

As I wake up each day

My heart is sore

My soul in wounded

I wish I was not born at all !

I had  once found  the ultimate truth in everything

Now I’m lost it in this dark  forest of thoughts and feelings

As I wander  as a stranger in my very own mind

Tell me oh Lord!

What has become of me ! 

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