Do not you need
to feed
me anymore,
nor you have to arrive for me in the shore
of the sea,full of worries in the core.
How many times do I have to kill
myself,and re-appear with a new skin?
under which lies although the same self of mine,
self-less yet seems as if pretentiously kind,
enclosing a dangerously open mind,
trapped in a black hole ,intensely dense
with evils like regret,anger and hatred immense,
do not which let pass through even the light
carrying care and smile innocent genuinely alight .
May be that's why what often comes out of it
are mere words ,unwanted,unintentional mistakes ,alike
a sudden dark cloud in a supposed-to-be moonlit night,
making exactly opposite sense what was ought to be expressed ,
after all ,you did know,in conveying emotions, never was I ,one of the best.
Now who will start to talk first to bring in peace ,
so that we all come out of the conspiracy of Satan with ease,
which was set to destroy one of the purest creation His,
that is,a self-less pure friendship,
which makes one happy,to keep creating Science and art-works naturally like this,
so that Mankind,even if doesn't know to swim,do find twigs
to survive as an ant in this mighty Ocean of Universe ,with peace!
You aren't needed to this poor,
nor can I hear you any more!
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A Musical Journey through poems
Poetry(#2 in Enlightenment )This is just like any other poetry..but if you are lucky enough,you can make music out of this.Every poem,if called so,can be actually sung!.............