Here is a poem By me - JUST ANOTHER DAY ... in the graveyard , where i work, far from town where my dreams and aspirations are burried those days it was chocking , my breath here . with the pungent odor of cremation now me, a part of all thes and these are my life support always when is that wonderfull day , where i wake up from the ash, like phoenix bird night i wake with a dream of me with those best days... And i miss them too when i open my eyes then i take hold of my coin to flip in air to see my luck .. And look for the side i wish, But it never matches I then whisper to thyself it is just another day... AUTHOR - Eappen Mathew |