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Give me Your ears!Ye..s!
Grant me (come on!) Your heart;Now!
Then permit me perhaps to be
Your heart's hour Reporter-just this once,please?
For for this very time
was I brought up
-at such a desperate time as this.
To live and never to set sail in dust.
Does the pain tell so hard
You're called to bear?
Here!Hear my story,
travailing as a seed of Destiny.
For I myself had not thought much of this
save that it stared me in the eye.
You can say boldly,I AM THE AVATAR!
So for You,why die over spi(l)t milk
seeing Many'd not give it a revisit?
You say her haughty hips h(a)unt,making your heart skip
but,is it truly your Life's worth?
Today's a sad one for me-can't lay my hand on anything,sush grief!
For soon,I'd be so gone.
Or is life worth living without living One's dreams?
I rather go,it's getting so late and scary....
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How we observe and how we reflect.
The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.
The facades of a perfect home.
This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.