I sit on the wooden bench
Like a crumpled piece of paper
Thrown in disgust
Crippled by the endless wait
Passengers pass by unheeding
The road to Romance...;
Besides the chaotic road of known strangers,
Diverts a soft lane of romance for rangers.
Virgin, Unused, Untrod den is this road,
Unchain me at ‘dusk’
Unchain me at ‘dusk’; allow me to soar,
Stretch out my wings like I have never done before...Unchain me at ‘dusk’ ,
allow me to gaze into your eyes
The Joy of small things....
Unending race of illusive fame
Images of untiring lusts
From dawn to ‘dusk’ we keep running
The race rats uncanny
I want to live today...
Unchained of expectations,
Unexpected of adjustments,
My emotions want to run bare footed,
In the lanes of unchartered dreams.
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