21 july 2012
IN SELFISH VEIN
What was the idea of charity,
when you were hiding
yourself from you?
Was it a non-existence?
Or you were writing an
unseen anthology?
Was that your kin choice
for a reciprocal pain,
inflicted in dark?
Between right and wrong
I am laying my wreath
on my grave.
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