TWENTY ONE GUNS the other day it occured to me its a terrible price for liberty. its the soldiers who died without a fear.. leaving their families to shed all the tears. the family that stands at the burial site the loved one they bury in the day’s fading light. carried home by brothers whose [...]
Tag Archives | Coffin
They Buried George
The sad day came, they buried GEORGE; Only sixty-four years old- And was so rich, they lowered him down, In a coffin made of gold! A hundred morners came to eat; Yaaa..A hundred MOURNERS came to eat; But none of them was me; And therre were three Ministers…. Just like the “Fiddlers Three”. Thirty-five cars [...]
When dreams dry up… How long can grief persist, in the human mind? Only till the dreams dry up in this earth! I reckon the darkness, and the murk, I reckon the light and the radiance, as well. But who can comprehend the shape of A shadow which intervene in its midst, And changes its [...]
Meanderingsโ€ฆ
Until when, the woes? Till our dreams in this world dries up? I am cognizant of gloom and radiance, yet Who can decide on shadows, which intervene? It changes its shape and character, incessantly. Why does the mind keep an umbrella above its thoughts, When storms of dejection agitate the mind? Let me bear the [...]
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