Third World

June 19, 2008
I tried to breathe through the doors

between you and me
They stumbled at the doors that I couldn't see
I woke up out of breath

Saw the keyhole alight
There were your eyes.

We had promised after our falls
The wall was a witness

Not to look beyond our haunts
But I became restless
After all the wasted years
I held back this night
I had learnt to compromise.

The inside is broken
The spirit is curled
Can't afford to live
In the third world.

My treasured worldly junk
Made farewells and left
The door of hope was locked
My crypt of dreams wept
consoled my pride
went high up to my light.

My outside is taken
The inside is unfurled
Never to return
to the third world.

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Sanjeeta said...
Sept. 20, 2009 at 2:08 am
Thank you :)
sanah ahuja said...
Sept. 20, 2009 at 1:52 am
i love it -just love it
this is so nice !!!!!:)
u rock !!!:)
we cant afford to live in the third world !!:)
analise said...
Sept. 20, 2009 at 1:27 am
Three words- I love this!
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