Valleys green,
wither to
deserts...
sunshine
grey'd out by
a cloud of
despair...
This barrenness
does impair...
Only the
distances remain
steadfast,
like a chasm...
burnt bridges
between two
souls...
Stars turn to
blackholes...
I scream hoarse
for salvation...
It comes steady,swift,
but only on
the black,veiled
chariot of death...
Anirban Kapil Baishya(3/5/2007)
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