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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