In her hidden furrows
She cultivates copious
Crop of pain
A harvest of rainbows
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He lived never caring for god
He lived 24x7 serving the suffering
Taught himself to keep awake
Reading a book into the early hours;
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sad eyes
afraid eyes
stare far into
empty space
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Throes of desire
Throws me into ecstatic Helplessness
Tears of
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The poem comes
at one go when
it cud no longer contain
the claustrophobic confines,
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The night in its womb
conceal many a dream
that fade away at the site
of an insensitive sun...
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striking lightning
left the sky blind
refreshing rain!
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The ripples, silvery copper
The sky, late eveningrey
The moon, hangs
Like a copper lantern
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everyone
everything
comes into being
with my birth
...
everyone
everything
will be blown off
by the wind as
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