I Have Sought
I have sought in mortal form
Of beauty in pleasant countenance
Worshipped these in attendance
In vain I showed my ignorance
They turned into inky darkness
Of moon as if on a bright day.
Where hopelessness & numbness
Reside amid the thronging crowd
Ghostly grimness turned warmth
Into cobbled eternity of streets
Struggling against deep creations
Life suffering in mortal situations.
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