SACRIFICE
 

 But this is not sacrifice neither was that ..........
I waited for the dreams of beautiful dawn,
dawn with the sparkling future doesn't
come each time I do and I cry ,
cry the very recycled tears
and the bunch of damn sorrows.
every moment in the shadow of black lash
the mind changes ultimately
I get inside the very thoughts
bear the bewildered heart
and there blood erupts .............
pain emerges.........
again and again optimistic muffles
the dark clouds of wonderland I made..........
beneath the short wave of tragedy and
search for the definition of true love.......
more over.... true trust ....
but I think this is not a sacrifice .....
sacrifice is to sacrifice ,not to act..........

By :- Vikrant Rana.
e-mail :- vikrant1945@hotmail.com

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