I am dead, calls my soul,
Love and lust, have left me alone,
I wish I were this free, Ever ago,
Tears then would’ve never flown.
O’ what love had I been in, with smile
Was pain beautifully packed-in,
Remember not, those days of stains,
Nights of dreams, and days of no-gains..
by Punit Ganshani
28th April, 2008