Bharath Krishna

Dear Wiseman, what are those scars on your legs?
Still working for the son to wrap your band to his shoulders?
Where is he? Doesn’t he know your death wind is approaching?
To him you were working for years, restlessly veiling wounds to every corner?
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O dear purity, where can I find you?
Not in the scent of flowers which are placed at the feet of God
or in the prayers of people who sat on the knees before him…
Not in the dozens of words which are spoken,
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Dear Almighty, take sometime to look at me
where I can watch this world for a while...
People hold my hand, I walk through a stick;
protects from well to wellness...
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No space for my face to hide the ugly
scars and wrinkles, the dear ones departed leaving me
on my legs hurting from years...
Lord! I need a space to rejoice my past and
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Sound of last drop

I was awake till yesterday,
somebody was washing my head to my funeral;
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I was born to the world as nothing...
Began my life on your shoulders, it was your strength and mine too, The days I ran with you were years but little span,
I found no tiny bit to place between our hearts and days create the blunder with brutes..
Even we walk on the same road of the past filled with joys, noises, songs, hops and kisses of love now that took a tiny slue
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In the moon, on the heads,
flowers started to blossom, the seasons of joy began this day...
In the serenities of world,
on my heart a wary sign began to fall asleep and deary dream flew across eyes...
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