There is me....and then,
there is Him.
All powerful 'Him' pervading my space
My tiny being
Banishing my days into beady sweats
Driving me mad,
irritable to the core
He is one who
could bring my blood to boil...
I rarely go out these days
for I fear him
fear him to rob me of my youth
I hate Him!
for He is the 'Sun in Indian Summers'
1 comment:
you may feel life' been hard
open your eyes and look around
start again from the small beginnings
use the wisdom you've found.
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