Tuesday, October 25, 2005

I won't


Too many knives,
Too many scars,
It's my face
Too much blood on ground,
But no-one to see,
So, I wont cry...

People pulling me
People pushing me
It's my body
Too many hammers striking my head,
But, no-one to save,
So, I won't die

Too many faces,
Too many masks,
It's my face
Mirrors sticking to my face
But no-one to stop me,
So, I wont seek I

1 comment:

abhinav bhagat said...

yep this is one of your best poem .nd i love it veri mch....taabhi maine yeh hostel b k magazine mein bhi daali thi....
love ya for this....
abhinav bhagat