In a system called state –a machine
No divinity at all
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The wink of the lamp,
In crimson red flameAnd sucks up the oil from the bottomWith much amusement and enthusiasmBut he does not knowThose drops of oil were onceA mass of carbons whichTurned into from the pieces of bonesMurdered and buriedUnder hot sand thousands of years agoFor the factories, for the wheels of the roadsAnd for the lights to decorate…
I wish to be a poet
Without knowing any techniqueNor I know anything about itSo I blindly use words rhymingAt the end, in the middle or beginningBut slowly I learn though it enhances its sweetnessBut hampers the way blossoming the themeSo I need a shift which I takeAnd turn to tell truthsBy virtue of their convictionsThey become books of logic or…
Sitting on a chair
Playing over your headAnd it is looked like a rainy dayBut no drops of rainonly tears falling downand nobody is all around youTo seeThat you are going to hide somethingand trying to say fewTill date which remain untold about yourselfBut who cares! !O, my dear pain of neglectcome on sharp,Do not waste time any moreShedding…
Silver mid- night moon
Oh! Her touch a boon!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++” Som ” in Sanskrit is ”the nectar ”
They oppose one another
the poems which are written by themnever liked or have high opinionby one or the other, the reason is well knownone can not write like the other writesone can not see the same shapeof the cloud as the other seesno one loves the different styles of thoughtsexcept the styles of their ownif I could write…
I lay on the side of my bed
for the flowersthe fig tree will bloombut night after nightI am deceivedI am given nothingMy only faultI am too much indulgentWith cheater hope