Keshab Mansukhani Poems

Hopelessly born.
Blackness oozing from
every dream's
pouring into the being.
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Choose your pain at ease
This shop never closes.
Sorry for the thorns
I know you were looking for roses.
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Sooner than later, the mask will drop
And the lack of compassion shall be seen.
Bloated egos too will one day pop
Because manufacturing fear, is just being mean.
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BURNT DREAMS

Hopelessly born
Blackness oozing from
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Like parched throat aching
And voice crackling but drying out
Like crops withering away
In the incessant daylight heat
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Mother nature
Childless
In an old age home
Roof above her head
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If you selectively ignore the ills of our own past
How can you expect to change the present…so fast?

Force & fear only bends the timid mind
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