Rita De
Abstract
This body is the other name of corpse
Unless it finds its own reflection
On the mirror of Nirvana.
THOUGHT WAVE
Where Does De...
There Could b...
WORD
The Gifts of ...
The Essence O...
The Essence o...
Pain-stricken
The Embrace
The embrace
Are we really the burden of this patriarchal society? Are we really the burden of this patriarchal society?
No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image. No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image.
The joy of mutual self-giving.” The joy of mutual self-giving.”
I am not brainstormed by false allegations I am not brainstormed by false allegations
Never again depend on a single ruler. Never again depend on a single ruler.
I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live.. I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live..
The poem shows all the phases of life. The poem shows all the phases of life.
The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart
A tormenting endearment in her heart A tormenting endearment in her heart
In the modern era, we purchase their labor and transform them into slave with depraving In the modern era, we purchase their labor and transform them into slave with de...
Where is heaven on earth? Let’s go and see. Where is heaven on earth? Let’s go and see.
My mouth tastes like blood And sometimes blood Spills out poetry And poetry looks like Nothing b... My mouth tastes like blood And sometimes blood Spills out poetry And poetry l...
All for one and one for all, That is unity. All for one and one for all, That is unity.
But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see. But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see.
The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burden of the pain of ag... The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burd...
What crushes is the divine truth! What crushes is the divine truth!
Thus left am I, only I A mortal of no importance, Scribing the norms of fate.... Thus left am I, only I A mortal of no importance, Scribing the norms of fate....
The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it. The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it.
Wearing their suits and masks every day our superheroes fought Wearing their suits and masks every day our superheroes fought
And since then I’ve been praying Even though God seems like a dirty pipe dream And since then I’ve been praying Even though God seems like a dirty pipe dream