Hoping against hope,
when the sun shines at me...
not too much to get burnt,
but glaring it is...
Silence is getting louder,
let loose all the strings.
Quite finished with something
that earlier used to disturb....
or may be it doesnt disturb me anymore
because I can't find anything,
besides this Sore...
drishti magoo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/numb-77/
