No one like you
will happen to my life…
They all are ill
with beauty of the words.
They want to hack
the Universe with keys,
To steal a star
lit in the darkness once.
No one like you...
Their viral DNA
gives out death
as synonym for end.
Too lazy kids
they are to grow up,
The jug of heart
is filled with wine – got bored.
No one like you...
They need to breathe, buy love
to look like decent,
secretly betray,
and sympathize
in public, shedding tears,
inspire trust,
no matter all the rest.
No one like you...
Cliches made us sick.
Death is a myth
of earthly realm, a lie.
You left the world
of meaningless awards,
Your soul will live,
will always live in mine.
November 3, 2011
No one like you
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