Friday, July 8, 2016

Its Development

The breezy darkness of evening surrounded me
As I fight to write my feelings
feelings of anger, sadness and desperation
I lost a childhood friend
the friend who guided me, laughed with me
heard me out, when no one had time
who hugged me without any asks
and let me rest on it
The tree, my friend, my guide
It was cut today, for making parking space
I screamed out loud, "Its a murder"
They replied back smirking, "Its development"!

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