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Gloomy morn

I wake up in the morn

Just to wonder why the hell I was born?

Neither fun nor blithe

And everything around makes me sick!

My heart so fragile and frazzle

Hey when will I end up with this puzzle?

Never ending is this vicious circle

Hoping for a miracle!

When will this fallow land of mine

Be filled with smirk shine?

People change in trice

And none to her my hidden cries!

Oh God give me a break

Please at least for my sake!!

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Categories: Poetry
  1. karadouglas
    August 23, 2008 at 8:07 pm

    Very dark day, huh? I understand. I write best when depressed. Please check out my poetry and stories on
    http://karadouglas.wordpress.com/

    • sana
      April 23, 2010 at 10:18 am

      Thanks !! U write good 🙂

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