Unknown Poem by Himanshu Mishra
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With the pleasure of my holy sense
Uneasy happiness and in whatever remains
In it, to feed it my wisdom divine
Sneaking drops from my eyes, they're ready to shine.
No, this time they're wrong on the cause of their birth
Foolishly unknown of my pain when they perk
Sight of my future when my eyes perceive
Stands high before than that on my death eve.
(...To be continued)
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5/2/2024 7:07:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
with the pleasure of my holy sense I love it, thanks.