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Should I return

>> Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Dangling from the lap of success,
I see you shiver and sweat.
sliding down the abyss of failure,
I see your eyes, red and wet.

With every moment I lose,
I see a twinkling drop trickling down.
With every breathe I lose,
I see a silent sob running down.

This life is not worth your tear,
for never did I see you smile in a year.
These are not for me Oh! dear,
I envy these for they are to you so near.

I ravaged the forests to bring you treasure.
I looted hell and heaven for wealth beyond measure.
I did this with not a moment of leisure,
and knew not this was not to your pleasure.

I took to the treacherous peaks.
I scaled the slippery paths.
I scuttled the dreaded lanes.
I did all, only to leave you forever.

Return may not, I, from the heart of abyss.
Return may not, I, to bask in your bliss.
But should I return, I would return to live.
But should I return, I would return not to leave.

Should I return my dear,
I would return as a rain drop,
a drop to feel and smear your skin,
a drop to kiss the hump of your chin.

Should I return my love,
I would return as a loving smile,
a smile to bring you delight and grace,
a smile to erase the past and my trace.

Should I return my girl,
I would return to sleep in your lap,
not to run and bring you tears,
not to horde and leave you fears.

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