Randome Thoughts of Multipal Persona

sitting in the chair
under the so called rain
listening twilight trek
feeling wet deep inside
is they call love,which i m bearing now
burning outside freezing inside
echo of shout cant be heard,peace is so loud
undone,untold,that page is still unopened
even monsoon lost his test,romance lost under rushing black umbrella race
rhythm crushed and named noise
sharing cutting tea is now old fashioned
dark is what they want to see,so heroes are unemployed

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