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.
2 comments:
u're becoming like the Times of India.... weirdest puns i ever saw there.
but this was way beyond anything :D
Awww! Nippo come on! it wasn't that bad... :D
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