My wisdom set for an extreme vision
My faith is wedged to my own belief
I need to dwell in my own shrine
My convictions are the way to divine
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Vision is guided by others who control. The one who is supposed to guide migrated to some other shore. Realization may be too late. Beautiful poem with a deep inner feeling. Thank you.
Beautiful poem Salini..I loved reading each lines...But I loved the most.. Who succeeded me or victims? Or my mission or Gods abode There in the battlefield my wisdom glee But in some corner refugees wipe their tears! ! ! ! Very beautifully you have portrayed the battlefield and its consequences and bloodshed. I loved reading each lines.