Poetry : A form of communication that means evocation of feeling
I have tried to do the same. :)
Hey you up there do you really exist
Or am I resigned to just be a nihilist?
There is nothing special about you
You are just a figment of imagination of the few
People search for you in fragments of stones
You take pleasure in ripping their bones
You are supposed to be kind and forgiving
But you seem more inclined to torturing the living
No one worships me, but still I do care
I don’t just sit in a temple and stare
No one begs me for mercy, still I do forgive
I am no soul snatcher, I am happy to see others live
So God, if you are so desperate to be called divine
Why don’t you give us a reason by matching your deed with mine?
Adios n do check out the next one when it comes :)
1 comment:
mast hai yaar,
keep posting
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