Tuesday, 29 April 2014


Running away from fangs of death

On this fatal treadmill of time!

Older and short of breath

How long will my fuse last?

No more solace in cynicism

Nothing Bitter sweet in sarcasm

The hard truth of suffering is here

Nothing more can evade it

It can crack any skull; and melt any brain

Memories and hope too,

All shall evaporate! 

The heretic says!

Oh! How much Love can save this world! 

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