Loose its immune power forever
Slowly dies a death
Like the disease of AIDS.
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I can go any time
Just like the shooting star.Why should I go?Did I know I was coming?So I must postpone my early going.I shall drink the moon lightAnd the sight of shooting stars with delightI shall enjoy the nature’s charm and graceI shall rejoice the humanity’s infectious faceI know after every pain there is pleasureAfter every sadness, gladnessAfter every…
When the seed of light swings in the lap of tide
On the tactical beach of lifebut suddenly the sand of truthAppears like a cloudAnd tells you in whispersWhat have been believed till now by you and your group,They are nothingBut is an ocean of falsehoodHow are you going react?Would you avoid and run away like a cowardor react like mimosas and slugs?You are laid on…
Straight on the bed
A mould of fleshWhat does it call?A human beingWhat does it mean?Hoards, eats and sleepsWhen it gets tired takes restDoes it all that he possess?At pleasure it jumpsIn pain it coils inDoes it have the power of thinking?Oh, yes,That’s the greatAnd only qualityOn the basis of whichA body of meatTurns into humanOtherwise it remainsAs valueless…
The smiling flowers of the distant land call me and say
But how could i join you, i live on a land that is far way? I sayOpen an account and click on the cam of the webInstantly we are friends and very, very intimateBut my darling at home wants me not to open up to anyone with my secretsSo she says, we have here many…
God, are you inside me
Neither way is it possibleI can’t make you that littleNor could I make you a criminalFor the free conscienceYou give me I hand over myself to youOn the Day of JudgmentTo put me on trialFor the crimes I commitThe people who believeThat You are in themActually they are trying to make YouA partner in their…
The mist
Wrapped usLike a shawlWe were blindTo ignore the pot holesLike a sweet breezeSwept along the wildIn the songsWe sawThe fragranceOf futureAnd smelledThe risingRays of hopeTo keep us warmThe petalsOf rosesOpened upWith the risingOf temperatureThe coldBroke like a clogWe put asideOur cloakThe fogParted awayLike the rhymesOf a novice writerAlong withThe dreamsFrom the sun rays.