A poet has different senses, all the five senses, but his sixth sense
is a mightyinstinct for him, and this instinct of love is so much dense
that all the obstacles I shall cross and reach there I hope,
Many times I shall fall and rise, so silky is the slope!
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A great write, we should be hopeful for a life after death.
...and this instinct of love is so much dense, I shall fall and rise, so silky is the! I shall not go back; at the port I have burnt my boat.... Lovely poetic expressions