by Ali Khan | |
Published on: Jul 26, 2004 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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In the chaos of this big city I can not go to any place No one else here recognizes me And I can not put another face I am just lying down Waiting! I am turned to a stone Waiting! Waiting for a touch To make me alive To make me alive Come! To make me alive I am walking down in this world Here, someone I have lost And my stupor is taking my hold I can not face this cost You don’t know I am Waiting! There’s no peace or calm Waiting! Waiting for your touch To make me alive Come! I don’t hide Come! To make me alive « return. |