What shall the heart do
But writhe and cry
When thirst of the venom strikes?
As is known to all
The prisoner is prisoner to the heart
Pray be, how else shall he become a madman?
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Rhythms From a Quarter Life
PoetryI will die the very moment this poetry collection is complete, not a moment more, not a moment less. Yet, what worries me is not death but never being able to complete this poetry collection. These are the rhythms resonating from a quarter-life.
The Heart Insists
What shall the heart do
But writhe and cry
When thirst of the venom strikes?
As is known to all
The prisoner is prisoner to the heart
Pray be, how else shall he become a madman?
