It the was the dead end <br /> of a sorrowful song <br /> <br /> with silent sobbings <br /> and mute cries of <br /> my sad being <br /> <br /> now when the lovers <br /> of faceless emotions <br /> come to me for 'instructions' <br /> <br /> my skelton dances <br /> on an unknown music <br /> <br /> and proclaims the eternity of <br /> love and joy <br /> our bodies feel <br /> but only our souls decode<br /><br />Bhartendu Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/last-line-2/
