Heart’s Outburst


Most of the times

You’ll find yourself at the corner

And even if you’ll search

There won’t be any happiness donor

You are hurt by the people you call your own

And when you die

There shouldn’t be any reason for you to mourn

Everything exists as worthless

And we are always deceived by the bloody emotions

© Akhand Singh, 2008 © An Empty Glass, 2008

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