Bleeding Love
The aching sore wound of yesterday It makes me cry just every single day The mellifluous glance of sweet memories The broken walls of histories The cringing of moon in long nights Soothing breezes of twilights The music in chirping of sparrow Somebody musing at the window Vision of beautiful, heavenly river Thought of rain just makes me shiver Confined into the world’s mob, In the dense dungeon something creeping From the buried cadaver of memories, I see, I feel in my heart , love is bleeding . ................................................................vaishali saral