In the promising eyes of the bride of glum …I’m the tear... <br />in the mantra of morose I’m the chant … <br />in the blur of smog I’m the one smudged with dust … <br />in the blaze n singe I’m scalded … <br />in the abrasion of verve I’m the soul<br /><br />irum inayat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/its-me-4/
