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Monday, 20 August 2012

VIE de RECLUSE


Who are you the man spoke
At the end of every midnight stroke.
Along the path alone I walk,
With no one there, to talk.


I bury my thoughts deep within

Fear to express my unusual feeling.
People around make me frown
I act in the act as if I drowned.

Dark in the room I respire
Watching every second conspire
Lust to live never dies,
Lust to company never thrives.

I celebrate with many things
With dead pawn and chess board king;
When I am sad I am sad,
No one cares about the mad.

I see a darkness, it’s the death
Hardly anyone to put on the wreath;
Dark will meet the darkness there
Oh! the social light(socialite) now why you care!