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Drama
Leave me like...
The moon leaves
The sky every morning...
Like happiness leave
Some hues of loneliness...
Like the silence of my life
Only echo towards me...
Like death leave some of
The untold story in end...
A Bad Dream
Hidden Poem
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She Chooses T...
Acceptance Of...
Only the seeds I sowed, In my pupils, Painting the path ahead. Only the seeds I sowed, In my pupils, Painting the path ahead.
Early morning, my mind refuses to wake up my body Early morning, my mind refuses to wake up my body
Why are you mourning? You think I'm dead, Why are you mourning? You think I'm dead,
One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish
I can see a child crying in the street, Begging for alms, his face red under the scorching heat. I can see a child crying in the street, Begging for alms, his face red under...
Helplessness.... of the migrant workers.. Helplessness.... of the migrant workers..
Racing to finish the story before the leaf loses its verdancy or the stick loses it's already faint Racing to finish the story before the leaf loses its verdancy or the stick loses...
Ask yourself a simple question, Are we truly free? Ask yourself a simple question, Are we truly free?
Imagine their pain, imagine their suffering. Imagine their pain, imagine their suffering.
But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me. But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me.
Shes just Melanin Rich. Shes just Melanin Rich.
When my dry cornea just lubricates, When my dry cornea just lubricates,
The lockdown 2020 was indeed a session full of life lessons for me, you, and all of us out there. The lockdown 2020 was indeed a session full of life lessons for me, you, and all...
And then there are days That are the dreaded word And then there are days That are the dreaded word
Are the scars on my body a souvenir of my forefathers' Are the scars on my body a souvenir of my forefathers'
To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house, To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house,
Friendship, It is like kintsugi, We open our broken heart's Just to learn that we are all the sam... Friendship, It is like kintsugi, We open our broken heart's Just to learn tha...
I was born in these stinky streets, Play with the old broken toys, I was born in these stinky streets, Play with the old broken toys,
Now, even she seems to look at me with the rebuke of a disappointed parent Now, even she seems to look at me with the rebuke of a disappointed parent
They look at your house, They look at your wealth, They look at your house, They look at your wealth,
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