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I behold…
Leaning on this iron fence…
A
butterfly…
Just
flipped and whirled around
A
flower,
…followed t..
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Why shall we call- this- a religion?Where a woman is still behind the latched door,And children are taught to hate!Don’t ask them to cut their v..
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Surpassing…the melancholic moments of truth…She reached the hinterlandWhere whirled the equanimity…Under the shedOf her bygones&h..
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That marble rolled
And hit my toe…
I picked it up
And observed…
The laughter filled
the ambiance,
And missed
T..
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A month without you, Mom
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You screamed“Off, you go!”When your eyes ignoreAnd my tears denyThis pain seems senseless…How can I say…I am hurt by your wo..
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Eternal, was nothingOver here!Eternal, it willNever be!In this village of voracity,My folk,Won’t stay with youWhat you see….Never shall h..
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As tall as that treeShe walkedMajestic!Her trunk touchedThat starsThat bloomed on the acacia…Her reflectionRevamped that streamYes,She walked&h..
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Just a word for all,
And blessed they are,
Yes… From the untied shoelaces
To the talks of fates,
Each of my words,
A piece of..
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