My grave – Faith unto my corpus pride

Staring at the rains

as I sit in this grave,

thinking of times

we, misbehaved.

 

Sitting in this shade,

I think of our past,

I think of our future,

our distances vast.

 

I think of the happy,

times that we’ve spent.

I think of the sadness

our parting has lent.

 

I think of our life, our love and all

but buried in this grave,

I think of nothing at all.

 

 

By: Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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