Friday, April 27, 2018 | ePaper
To play with the Victory violin
What is the day today?
The celebration I say.
You know the history of it,
A complicated journey to get rid.
I found myself lost
And scared of the ghost.
The eyes were full of black
With the habit of getting crack.
The surrounding was the monster
Without any supportive pillar.
I was walking with not my feet
But running by the dreams in nit.
It was an extreme failure of life
With the deepest stubborn heart inside.
The light is willing to come in
To play with the Victory violin.