Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet
A trembling little heart,
unable to express itself,
capsized by the will power of others,
waiting to be free from this earthly form,
feeble to posses it,
escaping far away from the graveyard of miseries,
in the midst of tremendous fight for existence,
breaks free at last from the vice like confinement of self introversions,
like the core of the hot earth,
with molten lava gushing out at last,
after years of struggle and unrelenting strife,
which soon after eruption gets cooled by mother earth,
who cant let her surface be full of tears,
for if she starts weeping,
who will look after her millions of sons,
dying every minute of thirst, hunger, and inexplicable pain,
struck with horrendous grief,
with a bleak future ahead, and no bright lights
shinining yo guide them ahead,
leaving them in alone in a world of blood thirst and corruption,
to the never ending tale of gruesome death,
finding the true beating of the heart,
at least momentarily, in a river of gods love to surround,
never saying yes to love, peace, affection and faith,
trailing away from the mysteries of life,
closing sinful chapters of existence forever.
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Freedom From Life
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