Some feelings have no language.
So I carry them, quietly—until they become
poetry.
Ode to the Enemy by Ink Soul
The real enemy hides in what we say,
It grows inside us, day by day.
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In dusk's embrace, where Yamuna gleams,
A moonlike face outshines all dreams.
Blue as rainclouds—soft, serene,
A glow divine, eternally seen.
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Mindset By Ink Soul
'We must at present do our best to form a class who may be interpreters between us and the millions whom we govern;
a class of persons Indian in blood and colour, but English in tastes, in opinions, in morals, and in intellect.'
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Whispers of Eternity by Ink Soul
What is the body, but sculpted clay's sway,
A vessel of streams where lifeblood's play?
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