Tuesday, December 9, 2008

At the stroke of midnight...

At the stroke of midnight
No matter how low
The voices come and strike
Rises the sun, they're gone
Knocking hard on my ears
The strange voices grow loud
Strike till they bring tears
To my eyes...

Feels like a dream
Or a nightmare
A sun's too bright a beam
Or a pledge to redeem
A statement or a condemnation.
Oh! I am merely a human
Slave of a power supreme.

What else do i have
To manifest my emotions
Here I fumble for my words
As I crave for an attachment
At the stroke of midnight
No matter how low
The strange voices strike
Though I am all alone...

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