NOVEMBER FLOWERS : DAY 8 WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES, MY DAYS PASS BY SOMEHOW OR OTHER....

My days pass by somehow or other,

Nights now are drops of pain rather,

Wounds may heal in future, short time,

A mask remains unchanged sometime,

Restless on my comfortable sleeping bed,

I toss and turn; return to sleep, tears shed,

But burning desires flows like a color in red,

And have formed a huge heap on my head,

Past life is flashing, its scorching light beams,

Now tear me apart, break me into two streams

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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI