My God, why did you take my Grandmother?
Angles took the wrong one - not her.
Regret is a feeling that I feel everyday;
You took her from me, and I didn't say -
"I Love You, Grandmaa," in my own way;
Only to hear her say it back to me.
God, why couldn't you just let us be?
She didn't deserve to die;
Didn't deserve to be in pain,
Only to leave me here asking you why -
Night after night when I cry in vain.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
A Feeling called REGRET.....
Posted by ambika at 11:05 AM
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4 comments:
u get engaged to somethin ambika...
or the thots ll keep comin n make u worried...
keep ur hands engaged... mind ll get used to it.. :)
yup.wen i will go bck to hostel i will manage to gt busy bt bein at home its possibl....... :(
yaar please dun be sad to this extent.its difficult,but none has control over life na.just pray may her soul rest in peace!
yup m doin d same........dun worry tnsn naah le......u knw me no1 will neva gts 2 knw wats on mi mind....... ;)
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