Give Back My Glove

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

I did not kill my lovely wife.
I did not slash her with a knife.

I did not bonk her on the head.
I did not know that she was dead.

I stayed at home that fateful night.
I took a cab, then took a flight.

The bag I had was just for me.
My bag! My bag! Hey, leave it be.

When I came home I had a gash.
My hand was cut from broken glass.

I cut my hand on broken glass.
A broken glass did cause that gash.

I have nothing, nothing to hide.
My friend, he took me for a ride.

Did you take this person's life?
Did you do it with a knife?

I did not do it with a knife.
I did not, could not kill my wife.

I did not do this awful crime.
I could not, would not anytime.

Did you hit her from above?
Did you drop this bloody glove?

I did not hit her from above.
I cannot even wear that glove.

I did not do it with a knife.
I did not, could not kill my wife.

I did not do this awful crime.
I could not, would not, not anytime.

And now I'm free, I can return
To my house for which I yearn.

And to my family whom I love.
Hey now I'm free -- Give back my glove!!

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A crust of bread and a corner to sleep in,
A minute to smile and an hour to weep in,
A pint of

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Breathe in the fresh air,

Put your mind at ease.

Let down your hair,

Let

BAS EK BAAT MAAN LO

Iss khoobsurat jindagi ki talash,

barso se thi hume

uperwaale ne dikha hi diya

To One in Paradise
Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine-
A green isle in the sea, love,

The Life Of A Cupcake

They put me in the oven to bake.

Me, a deprived and miserable cake.

Feeling the h

New Love...

From the first lingering glance

Shared by a pair of prying hearts

To the last diz

HAMNE GALE LAGAYA SUB KO

बहती जहाँ ज्ञान की धारावो भारत हमें ज

Long Distance Love

For you, I open my gate

And wish that you were here,

But you live in another stat

WO HUMDUM NAYI BEDAD KARTE HAI
इलाही ख़ैर! वो हरदम नई बेदाद करते हैं, �

One day I wrote her name upon the strand
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wro