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March 23, 2011

Evolve, I

Your desire grows inside I
It annihilates the grandeur thirst.
The surreal kingdom dissolves,
As My separate self evolves.

Why does your palms cross my throat
when my enlighten coruscates
And travel through your human fraility,
As my separate self evolves.

Your compassion glows
through the alleys of universe.
But the dearth of my divine,
only fuels the comfort of lesser men.
Still my separate self evolves.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

You are very very VERY good and this poem is wonderful. I am wowed.

Ausdrucklos said...

Thank you for the appreciation Antara
Welcome aboard
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