Monday, December 16, 2013
And yet here Iam..
Healed of the old wounds.
Accepting fresh ones
So now looking like a lone soldier
In the battlefield of life
And the faces that surround me are not of friends
Either enemies or some strangers
And each day I wage this batttle in mind
And ask when I see any face
Who is this in the arena of my life
Is there a hope yet,for a friend,for a smile