Feet started long march
'yo' man you may amaze
To see those feet
Not for shedding blood
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Loneliness is curse, he said
No, it's a privilege, she replied
A village in a poem
...
When an unknowing loneliness
haunting me
I'll go upstairs
With ice cubes in Glass
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Hey Market is the witness of shredded blood
And, the executed heads
The last song, which
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Poet, Story Writer, Student Activist.)
After You
The days has gone,
The sweetness has gone
but, the memories...
it haunts
Your warmth against mine
in those cold days
Your gazing eyes
in the shady nights
Your breath on my neck
and the moon and stars
over our heads
those eternal nights
under infinite sky
.............
After your depart,
you know?
What i am having now!
tearful words,
saddest lines, and
an aborted poem, and
an old monk