Dead bare foot

on Wednesday, 26 June 2013

Walking soul 

Waking a dead wood

Pertinent way on foot into the grave

Travelling all alone on the road at midnight

And suddenly crashed by traffic jam thoughts

The moon behind the clouds

Sinks in my belly 

My last wish

Crescent lock on my coffin

A twinkling star hole 

Glaring hollowly

And I am actively dyeing

Imprisoned my self without bars

@satya Srinivas,(16-6-13)


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