Nishu

The Memorial

Thursday, November 10, 2005

RunAway

And demon said, "get the hell out of here",
resisted, reasoned, all but in vain.
battered with blows of ram,
smirching in dirt, they ran!

where could they hide,
as the head down in shame!
ran away from their own space
thats all they got in fame!

will be back, they cried,
lamented, cursed, all were futile!
friends coward, angels never helped,
society sucked and shopkeepers laughed.

A mere toy of laughter,
the life puked the agony, the plight.
face plumped, mirror snubbed,
they returned home in the dark of night.

and the morning wasnt gay,
coz that was their first runaway!

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