Days are dark..
Nights are darker..
This monotonous rotating Blue Ball...
Sounds very odd and dull...
Repeating the mundane activities...
Living seems to be mere painfull..
What do i want..
Where do i go..
Why am i here...
What am i supposed to do..
For my thundering heart..
Should my eyes rain..??.
Should i shed those..
Will there be anyone to recieve it if i did..
Nobody to caress...
To whom shall i address..!!!
Is living so weary..
Finding an exit...
i will get through..
and rest in peace...
this one is dedicated to the people who got ****ed up with their Group Lead.:(
3 comments:
Super da :)
Exactly replicates the thought of mine but am not ****ed up by GL yet :P
I can address one of your worry..Dont use IE use firefox or chrome..Jokes apart,nice poem machi...
nice da :)
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