Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Out here on my own...
Walking Doll I have eyes, they are beautiful… But it doesn’t open and close as per order My set of arms and legs doesn’t jerk; When someone flicks or snaps a finger My hair doesn’t fling only when someone breathes My lips has it its own freedom to shut or speak My tongue bears its own fire and modesty I have a body which feels unperturbed or jaded; Not for anyone to persuade Even my brain sees wisdom and stupidity on its own A heart that beats on its own free-will Whether for the beauty of love...
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In every war…Who dare live?
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