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To see the unspoken.
Cursed but not broken.
To crave but not desire.
Loathe, but still admire.
Treading the pebbles of love.
Cursing and loving the One above.
Realizing the myth called life.
Wishing Holiness was a pride.
The sun seems too quiet.
Blinded seems the air.
Scold my junk diet.
Nobody seems to care.
Fashionable is my soul.
Face made of coal.
Poverty to learn from!
Thunder in a storm.
Nonsense is what I cry.
Submission to their sighs.
Scaled down to ‘The Human’.
No difference being a demon.
6 comments:
ossum.. but mus remind divy..... plagarism is a crime.......lol..............
a very heart felt and lovely poem.
the poet has used such simple but meaningful sentences.very good, it shows ki imagination ki koi age nahin hoti.keep it up
@aditi:
if plalgarism is a crime...then who are we?you cant define yourself without the involvement of plalgarism....by the way div..nice poem.
Thx vatsal yar!!!!
well its a crime afterall!!
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nice
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