My pain has universality.
I don't remember my name.
My poems live in the roses.
Falling short in the eyes
of the sun? I will smear the ash on my
forehead. Love will not immigrate.
Was it a revolution?
Getting there to jump in a volcano
to burn the future. Take away all my shadows.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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'Suffering' be thy name
for that is the God
that visits us, the most...
'Life is all the sweeter for the suffering', some say
while I, Beg:
let me sample Life without it, and I promise
you'll never find me lamenting, for the boredom of my peaceful existence...!
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