The Shirt
It's hard
for me...
to wash
this shirt
Whose shoulder
was drenched...
In your blazing tears...
for me...
to wash
this shirt
Whose shoulder
was drenched...
In your blazing tears...
posted by Salil Mirashi at 9:40 PM
u r not sleeping....u r unable to sleep.....u don't know why......u keep on thinking...u have nothing else to do.....thoughts strike u....so do revelations....it's midnite outside....
posted by Salil Mirashi at 9:40 PM
3 Comments:
its soulful..few words yet deep thought and it depicts that u care...
Is it talking of something I know neighbour?!
so very true....
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