If I may not be wrong
even it is true
that everything is not for me at all
but when sometimes Camellia called me
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I am standing in such a space
that like an event horizon
where there everything is moving towards the dark
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hundreds of thousands of words,
we told through our whole life
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A rough ramp,
too many edged stones on the surface
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It is very easy to bear a child
when you are a good parent or not
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When you are growing as a poet
your pain is pining to born a poetry
where there are too many clouds of emotions gathering,
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Underneath a crushing moonlit
Roses are dancing in a glow garden
Cram of comeliness whispering through my pensive
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Time when cut into pieces
Occasionally in tiny fraction
Hear a sound
To play around in my head
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My way to separate from you
A great distance,
As if in between a long light years,
Your light takes to reach
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When so much light around
but you say the dark
I could not understand
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