Rosey evening can not take a rest

Resting n me,

How it can be possible.?

In dis world’s desert;

All feelings are as  faliure.
in heart all lovely feelings have burried.

Up on d sky ,d stubborn sun is always,

For soft emotions as fried.

Still d end of life,i have to wander,

Aimless n withour imazination .

Whats happend if i think so,

Truth is truth everlast as desert.

I want to live alone with dis regert.

Why i hoped for fake attraction;

After knowing about all fake relation.

Now i m happy in ocian of emptyness.

 Nobody come near n tell about a story emotionless.

Dis desert r only for mine,

As God gives me blessed wine.
13.9.2016                  12.45at noon


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