If it were a glass of water,
It can be evaporated or,
It can be frozen for ever.
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Alas mans' misfortune forced him to subjugate Even his intellect to the six enemies intimate Embeded in his self as his own ingredients They target him in ways most intricate. Overshadowing the divine traits in human Success they achieve in awakening the demon, Suppressing human virtues as also humanism Which ultimately cause him, unbearable pain.
the beginning is marvellous, the poem is very logical too, a very good poem i love it...
Very nice poem. Ascending through pain we reach on the threshold of joy.