Sunday, December 9, 2007

The Razor

The Razor



A razor that cuts and bleeds,
Yet all this pain so sweet
Brings us this new year anew
All the sorrows and pains

This is get yet do not want
She who I want but do not get
Knowing what these lonely roads contain
The moral less heart that pleads on

These miles, these walls,
Yet this blind man trods on
For all pain and grief really common
Shall the blind see at the end of the road

The razor still cuts, still hurts
But the zombie still walks,
Across these blind paths, as
Without love life wouldn’t be true


© 2006 T.Prabhakar. All Rights Reserved.



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