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there's a cast of words...
When you join this life
you volunteer...
What's the purpose of a poem?
What's the purpose of a rhyme...
To be just me, that's all I yearn to be.
But who is this me, whom I want to be...
Everything in your life is a reflection, a choice...
Kooshal Dhunnoo...
They said, a piece of advice...
"Write with your heart"...
The rippling hills of brilliant
silk that flowered...
Naked Monk on the potty seat...
The lights went dimmer and dimmer...
my eyes blindfolded with darkness all around...
I want to travel the world of your thoughts,
I want to visit your heart and settle there once...
Deafened by the dying blast
they wander...
After her,
i grant myself the permission...