I can not decide...
This is isolation or its loneliness...
Is it emptiness? ?
What is that? ?
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Goodbye many times comes before good morning. A poem that shows the rabid reality of life and its challenges. Well done my friend!
so touching........nice.......... there is a pure eternal presence within everybody.....when one realises that and let go of all their shameful deeds, he finds his powers....nice poem....kp going...
touched my heart your loving lines............. well expressed. Brother! Welcome to my page!
Distinct thought and a wonderful attempt to understand the line of life and death!
written in a strong phase of a specific mood....yes, strong! ! !
Good, speaks from the heart, portraying a variety of emotions and thoughts. Well done
wow....all the feeling poured into one piece........i am speechless
this poem conveys a very strange yet powerful message.....great write....so true and sophihistical poem, , thanks for sharing
Utsav Patel, how do you come to the conclusion that you are alive? You could be dead in a parallel universe? From my mud ball fest very different to the la tomatina that happens in Italy I assume, the crux of the matter is the rid the gap between you and the pseudo you, and whoa you become what you are, superman, batman, what ever, good luck.
Utsav....I love your way of writing, selection of words..... Your an amazing poet.... beautiful poem... Rain