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The mirage of the rape field
Is shimmering in the wavy sunlight
Making the effect of a glowing fire
The horse tired galloping on the
Hard rocky path.
The king took his sword
And swirled in the wind
He ordered his men
to kill all the villagers
and gave the power to
Sabotage the powerless
The king stood motionless
Like an iron monument
Without any emotions
Killed all, including
The innocent babies and women
When the moment evolved as
Everything was devastated,
The king was diagnosed as insane..!
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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.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.