| Confusion's Master piece |
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| Behold the lights that are down, Atop a collosal wreckage. Burried beyond the destroyed heap Lies a fortune dormant! Scorn the power of fate holding, Sway of the life's sail. Heap conglomorated - daunting too. Stands a threatening footage. Gods and Goddesses nailed tongue withal: Hither - Spouting life is dead. Born of cahotic stench shall be Unchecked - A demon !! With thousand heads |
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| This poem was written on May 17th '1999.I was expressing just a fraction of shock I felt upon the sudden and tragic demise of my mother! I humbly dedicate this note and the poem to those who lost their lives on Sept 11th'2001 .I can very well understand and feel the pain that the relatives carry! I convey my condolences to them. |
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| Life what bloomed autumn and spring Cool summer with snowfall warm, Chaos gripped the world's spin, Lost - world - season's charm. Cherished dreams ,those day dreamt too A shattred mirror to millions! Glimpse of an eye is shivered with, Reflecting mocks in Billions!! All thats left behind, Like naked infant innocent. |
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| The pain, the cry ;overwhelming Gnawing of fate - unprotected! Eyes terrified,with tears dried; Contemplate - The Confusion's Masterpiece!! |
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