Restless, i prowl the corridors craving for the first spray of rain. An insomniac, a recluse in a crowd, the garb of happiness i feign. In the wave of humanity i long for a touch ,anticipating, all in vain. Withering from the insides, in melancholy i still remain.
1 comment:
a few ppl live for themselves
a few for thr family.
a few for their career
a few for their immediate society..
na few to understand the natural law..
take ur pick..
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