Lost I Am

In the depths of love,
Lost I am,
In the crust of earth,
Lost I am,
And desires erupt,
Lost I am,
Around that corner
Lost I am,
And lost is my turf.
Lost I am,
When the darkness shone bright,
Lost I was,
When the hope had died,
Lost I was,
When the gods had cried,
Lost I was,
When the humans sacrificed,
Lost I was.
When they won the battle,
Lost was I,
When the kings ran proud,
Lost was I,
When the soldiers shed blood,
Lost was I,
I am humanity,
And lost I will be...




The 1st April Guy...

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  1. Che Guevara on the RoadMarch 12, 2011 12:26 AM

    Tu bachpan hi itni negative shaayari kyon karne laga hai??? yeh to tere khelne-koodne ke din hai bhai....

    right something positive....

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  2. The 1st April GuyMarch 12, 2011 4:54 PM

    ye ishq nahi itna aasaan, bas itna samajh lijiye... :P
    negetavity is my forte...

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