A poet never writes …
He pucks what he can’t digest anymore.
Undertakings weird,
Accepted by million though.
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Child my own child
Nurturing in my womb
Ever since I got consciousness.
Ever since my senses started interpreting things.
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I seem to have forgotten to live in the surrounding moments.
I linger on the margin,
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Sometimes for a moment feeling penetrate our souls,
Things are no longer as they used to be.
Time have changed...
Circumstances different.
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This bomb of bitterness will detonate.
Surely, it will one day.
Like clogged volcano.
Explosive,
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Had God ever asked me: what is it that I long for?
A beautiful home,
Occupying small space in lush meadows
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Only if you take me to the point where we started
I'd never ask you to stay for me, how can I? where you wanna leave..
I'd never ask you to redo the things, respeak the word of solace and comfort..
Only if you take me to the point where we started..
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Dont move but observe the view
Small and tall trees,
Shrubs higher
Now lower, higher
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Tiger runs with little care of life
But who says he touched ground not light
Taking big leaps as can
Touching for as short while as none can.
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Life crawls at snail’s pace when you count every breath of you! !
There it comes; thanks to Haven here it goes.
Feeling every inch of pain and tribulation
Go through every inch of anxiety and frustration.
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