BLIND.. SUK RAJ DARJEE
She passes by
Doesn't even look at me.
Beautiful she was
But blind towards me;
Deaf towards my inner voice.
Maybe she just
doesn't want to see.
As I am not
As handsome as
Used to be.
Faded vision
Why to wake?
It's joyless exile
Willing to be friend,
Better to burn
Loaded emotions to the end.
Adieu! Forgetting to love thee,
Yet, I was invisible
That you can't
See.
©️®️SUK RAJ DARJEE

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