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WOUNDS
My days pass by somehow or other,
Nights now are drops of pain rather,
Wounds may heal in future, short time,
A mask remains unchanged sometime,
Restless on my comfortable sleeping bed,
I toss and turn; return to sleep, tears shed,
But burning desires flows like a color in red,
And have formed a huge heap on my head,
Past life is flashing its scorching light beams,
Tearing me apart, breaking me into streams
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Nights now are drops of pain rather,
Wounds may heal in future, short time,
A mask remains unchanged sometime,
Restless on my comfortable sleeping bed,
I toss and turn; return to sleep, tears shed,
But burning desires flows like a color in red,
And have formed a huge heap on my head,
Past life is flashing its scorching light beams,
Tearing me apart, breaking me into streams
___________________________________
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Published 5th Jan 2015
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