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Thursday, 27 September 2012


strange is the ritual of world
which could made sane an insane
destroying deep down his hope
filling his heart with pain
drenched in drops of tear
 raged with never vanishing fear
i walk a lonely road deprived of companion
stripped of glory of champion 
chanting the ill of these world's ritual
its heart break and its cruel
in drizzling gloomy day
on boulevard of broken dream
with air surrounded with utter silence 
And my heart making a scream
about those loss i made
Cause of the mean world
shattering dreams of many like me
which had aged and become old

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