Aman Dheer Poems

Stars explode during daytime,
firecrackers produce my ashes
burnt to death,
I see an oasis far away
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My room wall, is subjected to sheets of paint
Which destroys its outer skin and facial muscles,

He is devoid of the fact that he is going to be hammered up
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My demeanor is thy mistake
For thou wither down my spine,
and colour the world for thy sake
Where ye sit idled among mine,
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The cuckoo swarms the honey pots
padlocked using a mosaic lock,
it flutters like destiny with the clouds
faster than the flies hovering the swamp
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