1.
Leaving behind the oar’s steady beat,
How do I forge ahead?
Lost in the unforgiving song of reality—
How much longer must I tread?
2.
Thunder roars in my voice, endless sorrow swells in my soul,
A tempest’s furious dance through the wind!
Not a shred of fear remains—
Like the scorching fury of Shiva’s third eye,
This is Kamadeva’s own reckless, flaming defiance.
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Author:
Mottakeenur Rehman (
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Thank you for this beautiful reflection! You’ve captured exactly what I hoped these quatrains would evoke—that sense of connection between life’s fleeting moments, from its early struggles to its quiet end. It’s wonderful to hear how they resonated with you and sparked that need to weave them together. Poetry’s magic lies in how it lingers in the mind, inviting each reader to find their own meaning. Grateful for your insight!" @Sorenbarrett
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Excellent write
Thank you so much🙏
You're welcome
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