Monday, March 7, 2011


What is the sense of a day, when one is lonely and drear,
Even a building shall fall feebly, exclusive of its pillar,
A memoir of a dog fits as illusory from afar,
So creeps condolences in the solitary heart of an outsider,
leaving it to suffocate with less oxygen amongst the known stranger,
"That is alright" said the mind to the outsider
We will en route once again for a solid building together and forever.

Miss V

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