You tore a side of the page
And tells me to flip the page
Wow!
How cruel you are!
You do he same kind again
And every time summon your shame
Wow!
How egoist you are!
The past was read out aloud
In the peep of the future
And present torn away
Wow! The game!
Wow! Thy play!
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For the benefit of the casual reader who might encounter this for the first time.Could you explain who or what may have inspired you to write this?
The baby was born as a choice at the hands of the God’s grace.
But the fate tore him/her with the pain in everyday life.
And repeatidely HE asks us to be compassionate and caring to others
inspite of the fact that being born itself is another kind of fetter.
And YOU remind us again in the circle of life not to forge his wit.
The past trudged as drudgery in tattered life hoping for future bright.
The ‘present’ was left to mend its ways by its own tattered plight.
The game of dark burden goes on playing for eons on the stage called life .
… and fast begins! VENCEREMOS !!!
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