All yours…
I lay down my arms
The battle is lost
My allies are gone
I am left all alone
Hope was butchered
Spontaneity maimed
Dreams taken prisoners
Optimism retired hurt
A wry laughter rings
Pessimism sings
You win I lose
No need for coups
All that was mine
Is now yours
Why leave them behind
Take also these tears…
-Shail Mohan (June 2009)
Reposted from shail-mohan blogs @sulekha.com






