Ashes Poem by Bharat Singh
Ashes
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At times,
when I was, on fire,
inside and out,
I cried,
for help and,
people came running,
with buckets, in each hand,
full of Oil,
then on, I stopped crying for help.
Again,
one fine day, I was on fire,
and,
I cried,
Help.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
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9/22/2024 12:55:03 AM # 1.0.0.1119
My my God, this is beautiful, enigmatic poem. So much for the friends and people around us and the way they come running to you, when you need help. My 10.