Cryin' over the echo of a swansong,
Still ringin' bells deep down inside,
Eyes are numb, It has been so long,
I'm weathered n distraught on the flipside.
Memories of times which seem so far,
The days I miss like none today,
I feel so low, I feel so sour,
Missin' that smile which made my day.
Every single day has atleast a dog,
Is the way we console ourselves,
And till our Satan's day we slog,
Only to be ambushed n taken down ourselves........
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Subtle Complexities and Myriad Simplicities by Ashok Subramanian P is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
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