I do not want to become
plaintiff or defendant.
Untethered, I will punish myself
for metaphysical nuances.
Sometimes a silence talks to grieving sky
about a fake truth.
The tears will never stop now.
Give me my freedom to cry,
to exhume the body of justice
and bury my future in memories
I do not sell the dreams.
Eyes tell it all.
History repeats itself
when message dies on legs!
A deep as sky. Human introspection digs out all filth and fills the soul with gold. great poem sathya narayana
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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