And there I go into my grave,
As they move me down,
Gradually into the ground,
Surrounded by mud all around.
And mud is all they are giving me,
Out of everything I left there,
They clutch it in their fists,
Throw it on my face in bits,
They buried me here alone and left,
My kins, my loves, how could they!
And whom I followed all along,
Just one place they all would belong.
All those who were lost or driven,
Are under same length…now even!
Monday 1 October 2007
19:26 hours
Into my grave
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9 comments:
its really very impressive and valueable poem ,
it means that u have very deep feelings inside.........
i see very less number of people in my life who have such a feelings
u r one of them
buddy keep it up
send me some poems (ur collection)
hi
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beautiful creation of the beautiful mind,have a good time!!
yar it was nice...but ooo sad...thora lively cheezain likha karo...had may paper today..thank God its over..now thinking k result aay tau join karon..lets c where..
Superb :)
Hello ,how are you,,,,nice poem..
nice poetry bushra.....
And mud is all they are giving me,
Out of everything I left there,
nice piece of art...
keep it up bushra
And mud is all they are giving me,
Out of everything I left there,
nice piece of art...
keep writing...
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