Posted by: pankajunk on: November 28, 2010
Do you know what it is like?
to talk to a wall?
cold, unmoved and silent
all that you plead and call
Do you what it is like
to be ground to dust?
respect and dignity held close,
like a cigarette butt crushed
do you know what it is like
to have wasted many a midnight tear?
when your own echoes
are all that you’ll hear
do you know what it is like
to always carry a question?
which you know has no answer
what could i have done?
November 28, 2010 at 7:16 am
love the second stanza