Knowing that you are defeated
And cornered,
But still wanting to live…
It’s like smearing the truth with rot
To atone the obvious!
Every now and then,
Treading amidst the ruin that harbored dreams,
I tried to rescue the truce
And extend the servitude,
Servitude, that we called Life.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
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