You didn't want to
age, rediscovering,
pain of birth, to live.
To remain atheist
was better than many gods. You
belong to yourself.
Juxtaposed with
blank walls, a bohemian
draws image of sin.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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