published: 2009-02-13 12:00:00, updated: 2016-03-20 13:27:01
poem; emotional;
anout regrets in things

alone i wait on this road, a road called life,
i missed my chance to strike, when the time was rife.
alone i travel on these dusty paths,
dreaming all things i havent done;
like playing football and doing maths,
eating pizzas and exotic bunsl
alone i walk in the realms of life,
so long since i had a companion;
oh god, bless me and send a friend,
that we may have a joyfull reunion..

(but he is cruel and wont pay any heed
for he had asked me to be a lotus,
and i had grown like a weed…)