Castle in the air; broken

I want to live without ambition,
Anxiety and glitzy aspiration.
But they don’t seem leaving me,
Rather pushing me…
And trying to crush the pristine domain
Of my imagination.

sms based
sabbir ahmed osmani

Comments

rahad abir said…

nice. go on writing

May 6, 2008 at 2:06 PM

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