Somebody take me to grave… <br /> ‘Am still naïve… with vicissitudes all in grey… <br />The need is gone… the urge so on… <br />Want to lay there…as ‘Am now… <br />With no whims of joys and sorrows… <br />The identity of being anonymous… <br />Where; the World of famous lay far behind… <br />That solitary world…I was made to love… <br />So calm and sound… with none around… <br />The flashes of happy memoirs, hunt me down… <br />The haggles of present life, will be far gone… <br />Where death; lay serene to me, astride… <br />Only the Parson off humans will decide… <br />The fate of mine… <br />The time will pass…my soul'll be off past… <br />free and liberated… <br />To the worlds of knights…<br /><br />Jiya Acharya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-whims/
