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Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Nitesh Sharma's Poetry
If the night turned cold, And the stars looked down
And you hug yourselfOn the cold cold ground
You wake the morningIn a stranger's coatNo-one would you seeYou ask yourself,
'Who'd watch for me?'My only friend, who could it be?It's hard to say itI hate to say itBut it's probably me
When your belly's emptyAnd the hunger's so realAnd you're too proud to begAnd too dumb to stealYou search the cityFor your only friendNo-one would you seeYou ask yourself,
'Who could it be?'
A solitary voice to speak out and set me freeI hate to say itI hate to say itBut it's probably meYou're not the easiest person I ever got to knowAnd it's hard for us both to let our feelings showSome would sayI should let you go your wayYou'll only make me cryIf there's one guy,
just one guyWho'd lay down his life for you and dieIt's hard to say itI hate to say itBut it's probably meWhen the world's gone crazy,
and it makes no senseAnd there's only one voice that comes to your defenceAnd the jury's outAnd your eyes search the roomAnd one friendly face is all you need to seeIf there's one guy, just one guyWho'd lay down his life for you and dieIt's hard to say itI hate to say itBut it's probably meI hate to say itI hate to sayBut it's probably meI hate to say itI hate to sayBut it's probably meI hate to say itI hate to sayBut it's probably me
Posted by Nitesh Sharma at 1:22 AM 0 comments
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