Rita De
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We Fidget in this world
Just as a child does
But when the child cries
Its mother is compelled
To give in her breast.
But it is a pity
That we cannot cry like the child
And God does not show up
With motherly kindness.
THOUGHT WAVE
Where Does De...
There Could b...
WORD
The Gifts of ...
The Essence O...
The Essence o...
Pain-stricken
The Embrace
The embrace
Come now you are after all The guillotine of seasons, This is your destiny I beg thee do yo... Come now you are after all The guillotine of seasons, This is your destiny...
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.
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...
The moon that I look at, high and complacent, dwelling in silence like an angel that was sent. ... The moon that I look at, high and complacent, dwelling in silence like an ang...
We can not discover the mystery of nature. We can not discover the mystery of nature.
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.
All for one and one for all, That is unity. All for one and one for all, That is unity.
Father, please forgive your younger son. It is not the mother's fault, show mercy, on us. ... Father, please forgive your younger son. It is not the mother's fault, show m...
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...
A tormenting endearment in her heart A tormenting endearment in her heart
I let my pain rot like a grape, And make alchohol of my ink, And then, I just drink, drink,... I let my pain rot like a grape, And make alchohol of my ink, And then, ...
The poem shows all the phases of life. The poem shows all the phases of life.
And the crooning of the morning cock. As the last stroke of the dawn passes by, I wave the wor... And the crooning of the morning cock. As the last stroke of the dawn passes b...
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..
Never again depend on a single ruler. Never again depend on a single ruler.
I am not brainstormed by false allegations I am not brainstormed by false allegations
He tore his matted hair from his scalp Cursing the life he never got to have One wraith ceased... He tore his matted hair from his scalp Cursing the life he never got to have ...
The joy of mutual self-giving.” The joy of mutual self-giving.”
The poem describes the changing times and how humans are depended on technology. The poem describes the changing times and how humans are depended on technology.
No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image. No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image.
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