My human conscience
will not allow me to go for eye for an
eye. Not proper to make a shrine.
Have you learnt to
live? Life is always struggleful. Go
greek. I will not give my pain to you.
You become possessive,
when you are empty handed and you
want now to hang from a mango tree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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