M.. ROHITH Poems

Its aching
as the love inside raised
to peak.
Shouting with pain
...

Bells rung in the old church
that midnight.
I in my room.
Its dark around
...

Oh,
my pain being blessed,
by my silent love.
...

A bridge of sadness on desires
no support to endless pride
no faith on help less glory
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Heart wounded with drab desires
increasing dreams of independence
on a sleepless hidden mid night
where every one are trapped by dreams
...

A land of poetry!
The Mayor just passed orders
to municipality,
to make the roads more poetic!
...

The last seconds came
to use my SWORD
which i have
created when i first understood
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In the corner of the garbage
i sat,
playing my old rusted guitar
allowing the stream of melody
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Im a dreamer when all the dreams ended.
Im a lover when love is perished.
Im fog in heat
wave on fire
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Revolution,
Whispered
wearing the veil of darkness!
I trudged in troubling my forgiving eyes!
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