Ishita Kumar Poems

I once wrote my mother a letter
But I should have known better
Because even one and a thousand words are less
To describe a sculptor carved with such fineness
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Heard once, it was by me
What you reap is that u sow
But now I see, that paid by me is the fee
of a crime committed by the all mighty
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Lies he, bathed in blood
Among many other's who fought for this very mud
withering in pain, he takes his last breath
Wishing his soul never rests
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