I came-up with this small write-up when I heard about Ganguly's retirement.
There is no right right
I am not allowed to go straight
I don’t want to go back
There is no good morning
There is no good night
Grief grows on me in the evening
I can’t survive broad daylight
There is no wish to witness
There is no plan to plan
Only accusations to hear
I don’t know if I have to answer
There is no grace in honor
There is no trace of love
Have to say goodbye passion
I can’t defy my pride
Finally, I've realized, I can't live my own
Therefore, here I am, off from my favorite zone!
Come back soon!
1 comment:
Simply superb!Excellent presentation.Deserves much more exposure.
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