Lonely in a Crowd
A host of bizzare dreams,
Haunting me with a scary theme,
By another cluster of thoughts are accompanied;
Not a night when my heart has been freed
From the face you can see nothing,
But through the eyes routing to the heart you can see everything,
Yelling out my grief aloud;
Just another careless whisper in the crowd
Not a thing can be done with perfection,
One means of intervention,
To check my tenacity another creation;
Just to add to my premonitions!!!
Another one from the Same - Ramya Vadrevu
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