That stain remained
No matter how much I cleaned
I scrubbed, I cleansed,
I ran away from those black streets
but that stain stayed.
I cried for help
begged to be freed
but no one paid any heed
I am all black now
unaccepted, unwanted fellow
Is it my fault I am only a shadow…
It is not at all I your fault.
Beautiful piece?
Thanks a lot Rashmi ?
well-done!
Thanks Jon ?
E chi è che non ha una macchia?
True Paola. Everyone does have it.
Maybe you are the umbra of someone’s penumbra. ?
You really have a way with words, Harsh. Love it!
And yes, could be possible 🙂 Thank you
Thank you Kanika. ? the pleasure is all mine.