Repudiated Pomology - Poem by Anup Joshi
When the stout storm dinged my life,
the levators of mine got torpid.
I started gathering adorable lighty thoughts
as an attempt for exanimating the departed soul.
my geist ended as the falling foliage.
I am not a foister and it was not an easy task.
You threatend my hunger by destroying olitory
I expressed my presence then.
while the motive of my life was discarded,
your mighty efforts came true
With in, I killed myself.
Angry world- opposing me!
the inability of you to courage my pursuable thoughts
diverging history of human origin,
I'm still writing the pylon of a holy temple.
the paper seems wild
and the books are shadowy.
nature is throwing poisoneous dewdrops over my pneumatic words.
still-i am not frightened! ! !
my infinite pokes are approaching-
for the shake of mankind & welfare.
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