An epitaphA Poem by Abhilash HegdeDon't wet your tears for I'm still breathing down your ears. The lemonade I drank for years has turned sourer and sourer just like the blood that turned a clot when it kissed the foul air amidst the dust. Do cry over the tomb with no red roses but with a heart of taste and a soul of memories. I'm watching you even when I'm down here silent with pale eyes and a wish to be that tear which would roll down on your cheeks like pearls. 22 Aug 2007, by Abhilash Hegde
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1 Review Added on February 25, 2016 Last Updated on October 7, 2020 AuthorAbhilash HegdeSan Diego, CAAboutA free soul seeking the meanings of life in a sea of worldly moments... more..Writing
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