...not a poet but i love literature, slavery poems, about a freedom struggle, hate the stories about midnight democracy...been waiting for a world of human in my native....don't have my caste, class, religion.... let me be a human..
Opened by an opener,
Smells come out of a true love,
Love sings melodiously into my empty glass.
I wished to have a fragrance of love.
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A face on the wall
On four walls, not even shadow
In amongst the gaps of books
Just on the cover of notebooks
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Thousands of miles are not inside a mile
Souls are not in a soul
Standing alone
I is not are to you
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Fire, fire, fire
The earth is burning
No spring, no autumn, no snowfall,
No green leaves
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