Saturday, December 27, 2008

who stole my weapon?

who stole my weapon
my guide, my old friend
I am all alone
locked in my room again

It never splashed blood
but healed the pain
with one stroke kindled the light
enlightened the dead brain

cutting the shackles and chains
bringing freedom in the midnight
unleashing the strained spirits
healing the woeful plight

giving faces to anonymous prayers
mending hearts of a zillion others
like blood running through the veins
It spoke of miseries that floats in drains

who stole my weapon
my guide, my old friend
I am all alone
locked in my home again

2 comments:

still thinking !!! said...

blame it on Time

TESTA said...

ektu bolbe khule?opekha korchi......