Candle or Snow?
Lover or foe?
Pecker or Crow?
Hunter or doe?
Further, it transcends
The transfix it unveils
The inferno it sparks,
The Headless ruins.
They shadow the toll
corrupted by role
The eternal yet insidious soul
The unfair parole
May we adore
May we hate
May we preach
May we wait.
Noble; as I wander
Shallow; as I reach
Darkness; for hours
The never spoken speech.
Thee beg for praise
Thee beg for wisdom
While I walk as an outcast,
In this unruled kingdom.
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Author:
V. Nayak (
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- Comment from author about the poem: i guess i feel bad about not improving/not realizing if i am improving... so this might be a snowy representation of it..
- Category: Surrealist
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