Monday, January 30, 2012

artificial breathing


You make me feel that there is no more I and me
Life has been ungrateful to all the laughter i spilled and kept it happy
One stroke of sadness and I was silent:
Not everyone can face your humour
I term it a torture
Don't want your forgiveness
And stop smiling at my plight, Lady Luck!

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