The winds blow rather rush away, <br />Follow a path, or the blind man’s way. <br />Somebody go and stop it at least <br />Before it’s over and flown at ease. <br /> <br />Going to hell or heaven you choose, <br />With the light of life, now going loose. <br />Fighting with dears and tears in eyes, <br />There was I standing without lies. <br /> <br />Time rolls and memories fade on the way <br />But the wounds by love are never away….<br /><br />Aditya Pathak 'particle'<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cursing-myself-2/
