My shabby days of years,
My misdeeds ,foolishness & fear.
Under a shadow line of gleam;
I don't want to dig a mossy stream..
The lifeless Petals in my hand,
My country is mourning & now it's no mans' land.
I have seen each acid rain;
Isn't enough for the cause of pain?
Once I charged up in each morning-
To see my Beloved's face glowing,
Now a days ,morning itself is a Gray night gown-
To protect a paralyzed dying soul from an identical NOUN .....................
