• shailesh_barla 5w


    Alas the sad soul
    Countless outbreaks never witness
    Petty crimes of cascade white
    Like a sad dispense of your life
    Wretched Bowl of wisdom lost
    Burnt in ashes cold
    Where you been all this whole
    Million outbreak of distance gone
    A world a piece of hope
    Shine down the light
    Shine in the past of day
    Countless screams ahead you look
    A shadow up again
    In the depth of Abyss
    Millions cross the path again
    Still you wonder
    Not a fairy tale
    And forsaken am I
    Is it just the the world
    Or me down here