When I was alone
Nothing did shone
Along the fields that left me unknown;
When I was lonely
Everything did fly
Along the galleys that invite me unseen.
On the whole,
As an incurable faith
I was destined to live
Live a life:
Life of inseperable destitute
Amidst unbound fortune of trust.
When I was alone
I did promised a million servitude.
But,
Once I was left bereaved,
Those promises often tease me
Saying:
“A curse,
Of being loved
And a million trust”.
But,
Nobody knows:
I was alone,
Alone,
All these while.
Now,
I am still alone
Knowing that, “Nothing did ever tempted
Other than the faith
And the promise to live”.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
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