Only wish if it is bad dream.

shied out, my nights cried out
loud to the core, deep with in the darkness
My heart is heavy, ready to fall apart.
couldn't finsh the things i had started
now killing my moments in agony.

roses and thorns, and the oozing blood
you face vanisihing in the mist
and i could not hold my breathe any longer
and my misery growing even more stronger.

the burning fields and the angels laughing at me
I have lost my god ages ago
those last drops of water has dried long back
i am left with miles to plough.

hills are barren and my fields are thirsty
curses are blowing in the wind
heat of the sun is burning me apart
it was last in my dreams when i saw snow.

Everest has lost its white shawl
Ganges has abondoned us
vast plains of paddy now wasteland
Only wish if it is bad dream.

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