Wednesday, September 7, 2011

‘My Gitanjali’ OR ‘My Silent Screams to God’ - II


You moulded me-

And breathed into me,life.

You sketched me –

And filled me with colours.

You scribbled me-

And threaded words into me.

You hummed me-

And gave me, rhythm.

You began me-

And ended me.

Your plan was perfect.

Then, why am I still breathing?

A glitch?

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