Half a life has passed,
Faith of the old frauds yet ungrateful quite,
The pits are filled with clotted sweat
And with ashes of the rebel age
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A good start with a nice poem, Dipro. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Every soul that whispered, in darkness We threw, every rebel with light too, Every dream brewed, every mind shrewd, We slaughtered all, burned and buried. Yet freedom walks, out of cursed pits Shape of ashes, forms and splits, Whispers; kings and mass howl high, All are fading; can't the truth just die? ........touching expression with impressive theme. Beautiful poem shared amazingly.10
A really very beautiful poem coming from a young youth only 19 a long life awaits your poetry do read some of mie like moms smiles and just posted blush one thanks in advance i like younger poets as the world on their shoulders does rest SONAR BANGALA DESH