Burnt in love
Destroyed in the heat of it’s flames
Life, loses form and colour.
Like a candle melts
to solace a strangers darkness
and he forgets it at dawn
may each passing moment
of my life be spent,
as the sole beneath your feet.
Suffering the sting of the thorns
in the path you tread.
About Me
- Pramod Mathew
- The search for an answer to the meaning of life is yet to cease.
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