The way

And somebody waited for long…
A drizzle with dust
A wounded sound
A song with broken meaning…
What he wants from that deserted road?
He knows it reach to nowhere
And she will never go that lonely place
To elaborate forgotten words
When I faced that fellow
He has just worn my identity!!!!

By Nisarg Ahir : 27.6.2011

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