i stand here alone and friendless
with fingers pointing my way
accusing me of crimes,
i know not of, i say
i shout out my innocence
till i feel my throat tear
but not a single ear is here
not a single word they hear
i am tired and i am ashamed
of standing here, cowering and bent
begging to be left alone by them
who are killing me with insult
i feel my head spin
the voices echoing fast
accusing and harsh they fall
bringing me to my knees at last
i am lost and dead, a sacrifice
on the alter of caprice and lies
divested and slayed i am
by the mighty sword of vice...
Monday, 10 September 2007
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4 comments:
baaap re.. i neva knew u cud be this serious :|
Arre cheer up! You got this blog working afresh.. now write goody goody stuff :|
@supriya
haha
hota h bache..kbhi kbhi i get serious..just a bad phase..bt nw hopefully i m back to my mast bindas ways :D
@reeta
i kno..just been having a real bad phase
but now my mast self is going to be back with a vengeance..hopefully :D
Yo! That is better!
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