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Askance

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Yet of life i do not speak,
Where there is sorrow there is peace
Agitation builds up till the brim,
Yet the cup speaks of gratis
In a state of delirium, i feel replete yet cleansed of sorrow
In a reverie
I question why in the world concocted sensitivity prevail
Why did you not create Why the heart desires and feels unwanted and unfulfilled

Dreams unsettled are there still yet a calm do I feel

Wish this delirium stays forever and i do not wake up to the world of deed
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Preeti - is here! 26 July 2006

It's so brilliantly written, the words used, the verses, amazing! Preets

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Sourav Rc 25 July 2006

Good piece of writing... I liked the whole composition.

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