Desperate Emotions

Deep, desperate, desolate my emotions are,

Creating a tender soft mildness in my heart.
Her long soothing hair, Her fresh beauty makes me haste
To look for: her beautiful face.
Is not this my cruelty, with my aging existence
To desire for such a blooming being.
Yes I agree I love her.
Her charming look, her tender youth
Keep me away.
But still her thoughts and imaginations in my mind
Attracts my soul.
Sometimes I doubt shall I deserve her
And am afraid of this heartless world.

Heaven's fragrance

Heaven's fragrance, droplets of mercy;
Grandeur of death and
Soothing hope of life after death,
Makes it possible to live a life
Full of misery and suffering. 

Red Street

Lo! A youth fell,
With a bullet, piercing head,
Making streets again red,
Somebody's brother,
Somebody's son,
Everyday a martyr one.

Abhorrence

The droplets of blood
Souls aspiration,
Abhorrence of worldly desires
Makes it the painful life and the sweet death.
And truth is not that that you can't discover.
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