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Intoxication To My Greed!
Intoxication to my greed,
Somehow you have sown the seed…
Your chair rests near or apart;
I know how much I bleed.
Matter of time or circumstance…
I don’t judge this distance,
All I know is my need,
And it is you who does feed,
Intoxication to my greed.
My apology had nailed the pursuit,
And I slowly distanced away…
With no regret albeit with many,
There we...
Friday 21st June 2019 12:11 pm
A Visit To Graveyard
On Thursday evening
I pray near a Grave in Kashmir
Incense sticks
And candles
Lit in bundles
Aroma makes me feel
As I kneel
This is land of my forefathers
Where they rest
I too look for a place nearest
I belong to these graves
Here my soul craves
To sleep till eternity
In the Eden of divinity
What else I should ask
That has more dignity
Wednesday 28th February 2018 1:22 pm
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