Saturday, November 16, 2013

Moon Plays a Dirty Game

You believed
You could walk without any strain
No fear, no doubts. 
Decision was made.
One must wet the tender feet
To reach to the other side of lake
There are ripples
At the back of your mind
Moonlight quivers under your feet
As you wade through cruel life

But then who has had an easy life?

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