Walking, was I,
Making way through those crowded lanes,
Surrounded by many,
yet so lonely.
So fragile
So vulnerable
Was my little presence
In that cruel heartless mob.

It mattered to none
The true reason of my existence
or for that matter,
My existence itself..

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    paryanth said...

    You matter to most sis! Cheers :)

  1. ... on 22 July 2013 at 21:39  
  2. Rebellious Submission said...

    I am lucky if I do :) :)...thanks bro

  3. ... on 23 July 2013 at 14:40