A nation would eventually die.
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I want to write
Have been ruling this landWith the supreme dictum:Never to see the CrimesNever to speak about criminalsNever to listen about their sponsorsBut I am not dead…Dead with eyes, ears or the tongue…So I want to write.
A moment’s drop of tear
buds burnt for garnering warmth.
Why to cry
The Sun is fadingbelow the line of dusk,Our memories ofthe lost springs dissipate awayin the gleam ofthis darkening hour,the hourof our silent separation.The cold autumn breezehas stopped singinglong since the skylarkof our silent lovestarted rhymingthe song ofthe dead palm treenear the graveyardof my dreams lostin the desertof desperate effort tobring all the moonshinesof your youthful…