29 kwietnia 2014
ETERNAL WAIT
Fear of becoming sane
inherits the hate of earth.
I wake up in the rains of time.
Fire of soulextracts the thought shapes
like stark naked truth
in the desert of pain –
unbirthing the child of wisdom.
I hardly think, in my failures.
The house will go up in blaze
by the earthen lamp of fading glory.
There was no light, a quick death
of lips and speech. The human touch-
prints had avenged for words.
Inspiration will wait.
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