Aditya Pathak 'particle' - CURSING MYSELF

The winds blow rather rush away,
Follow a path, or the blind man’s way.
Somebody go and stop it at least
Before it’s over and flown at ease.

Going to hell or heaven you choose,
With the light of life, now going loose.
Fighting with dears and tears in eyes,
There was I standing without lies.

Time rolls and memories fade on the way
But the wounds by love are never away….

Aditya Pathak 'particle'

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