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Darkness that scaring me

In childhood

Still not vanish even I am so much

Matured but not seek ever immortal

Expect anywhere.

Not fragrance of flower in talk

Or any waves of sea in my eyes

Or black cloud in her hair

As imagining poet deceived me

It would be better believe in what

Krishna said in Geeta than this

Lame excuse

Reasonless life this is

Then breathing seems void

Like balloon

It is my failure to touch deep infinite

In seclusion

I deny to fall like leaf of tree

And that is foolish insistence

Become vast tragedy of life

It is too late to accept protocol

Of nature rule

Or there is no ultimate meaning

In creativity that would quite pacify

My imperfection.

So then why beg as

pitiable hopeless

More days?