-:What was left Behind:-

Add a Language, a little love and the hope of living among the people. By-meghnath 

They love, 

        Either bus or train 
           On the empty ground. 
The pillars of pride are bloodless, 
                          If it is love? 
           Then what was left behind. 


Again, 
         Standing a little while. 
              Revolve around 
            beside the quarrel. 
   Hold hand with the words
               and Swallow cheeks. 
    Then what was left behind? 


Gobble, 
          in the wrong place. 
               Blood is in the flesh, 
Survive for the childish behaviour. 
           Assassination-blinking, 
                Fantasy of sweet night. 
          Then what was left behind? 


Try to live between painted
                                       curved scenes, 
Buy kindness to everyone. 
       Who knew, 
                 Laughing loudly. 
  A little away, 
         in the sea of Cremation ground. 
              Being a Lonely traveller, 
  What ........................