Oh! The hurdle of wind.
Oh! The negligible string.
It cuts me,
Though I see no scar.
The kiss from,
from someone so far.
I see no blood,
I feel no blade,
Lovely, as it feels
I repent, but it's too late.
Is it love?
Is it faith?
Is it my death?
The destiny awaits.
Sorrowful, the day might feel.
Handing ropes, wherever I kneel.
The culture of dark and disdain,
A profound soul, but the suffering in vain.
Oh! The impure frame.
May thee shatter,
May thou earn wisdom
From the satanic chatter.
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Author:
V. Nayak (
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- Comment from author about the poem: ig it feels like both, salvation and collapse.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Salvation and damnation two sides of the same coin. God and Devil again two sides of the same coin. Nicely done
that's exactly what I wanted others to recall, thank you.
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