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ritesh deo

Abstract

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ritesh deo

Abstract

i write

i write

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Poetry I write, and the words I inscribe

are nothing but a mere reflection 

Of thunders, of hurricanes, of gloomy days

Covered with silent chaos in a string of rays.


I write hope, I write joy

But also some broken folk 

And some feelings, unaltered, unfiltered.

As I'm nothing but a heap,

A heap of my past, heap of my thoughts.


I tell stories through these words

Stories that'll live forever

Beyond my last breath

It'll be cherished like a treasure.


My words will t

ake you to the mountains

Or to the dark side of moon

Or to the depth of a fathomless ocean.

It can touch your conscience 

and return without disruption.


But if you're lucky enough,

then these words will tell you a story,

About the darkness I hide

About the skin I reside

About my lover's divine smile

About my love's exile.


Dare not to make a story using these words

As you know it's a mere reflection

that caused the severe destruction

in the plateau of my heart.




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