Monday, November 12, 2007

Love's Remains

There's no love in this mind.
There's only the smoke from the pyre of the mind.
That was deserted by the love.
My fate ever was to gather and burn
The remains of loveThrown away by many.
I waited for the remains of love.
I burned the remains thrown out to me,
by those who ran to battle field,
those who sneaked out to steal money,
those who took the evining walks,
not attributing any sanctity to them.
How free Iam!