The human will cannot be imprisoned
by despair, ruins and rubbles
It seeks to crawl
and find its way out of gloom
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How to say your name-
You that bore 162 souls
fallen without struggle
into the deep ocean
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And he leaves her
in silence, without any word -
just the cold silence
that leaves a chilling wind.
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I cling to the greeny walls
of the pit where I fall
I cannot grasp them by my hand
they live in mind
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How fragile life is that death can claim it!
But has death the last word over life?
How precious life is that we need to keep it!
But our days on earth are short and numbered.
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Give me a pen or a pencil
I am poor and I cannot afford a computer
But a with a pen or pencil
you give to my hand
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What is beyond science
when space is explored
and atom is controlled?
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Every waiting for something has its end.
The waiting may take time
Or it may soon end at a wink of an eye.
Every waiting can be measured
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Writing is journey
to what is and what is to be
It is a trip to reality
and a trip to the world of fantasies
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