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Beyond the walls of Home.
Oh mother,
Here I watch the world,
From the veil of yours,
Million different stories,
Liars of Glory. From countless breathing
The glory is all fake, The poets, them liars, souls, A world of borders,
Glorifying stones and dust?,
Borders alike spiders nest,
Romanticizing flesh and bones?, With frowns stretched to smiles,
With tongue of a serpent, Ground-facing heads, Among all, I see some,
Their words lucrate , One beating heart, Who mourns the demise of his own,
Eyes don’t really hold oceans, One beating heart, Who reeks of meat and gold,
They are shallower than lake,
One heart alive, Who slaughters, quenches the thirst,
Your heart is still yours, One heart alive, Who sins on the name of god, O' thug,
None can steal it, for god's sake! The night has laid afore now, The windows have long been
They sing the tales of victory,
shut, But crooked still stay awake, And I am to sleep among
What victory comes with death?
Man doesn't wish for stars, the ones alive, O' mother, Am I scared?
But of safety, peace and bread,
They talk of a society utopia,
With no borders no arms,
When brothers kill brothers,
Homes are borders apart,
Bring forth a poem,
As true as a swine,
And i shall burn my poems and pages,
The Creator.
The loath over the poets kind...
It's you,
It's you, and no other soul,
The star and the void,
An ode to the divine. The emptiness and the whole,
What are you I still cannot fathom, The ray and the darkness,
A being from the stars? The upcoming and before,
Or moons face you are? The beginning and the end,
The first break of sunshine, The lover, of love or abhor,
What are you? Goddess O' divine? Who am I to question you?
Oh I envy all the eyes that admire you, You have created me,
All the hearts you fill, Fair to say i am a selfish man, Filled my eyes with starlight,
But even saints shall fall in greed, And my grin as a crescent moon,
For a treasury like you to keep. O' I crave for you my lady, My hairs flowing as river streams,
O' Goddess of love, O' ruler of hearts, My steps, they forever walk towards you,
The artsy of the maker, the enchanter, The bearer of elixir, You the immortal,
I yearn to hold you, once for all, Yearn to drift in the fondness The creator of millions,
And still you hear me true,
of yours, For when you breathe shall I live,
I, the vagabond yet never lost,
And with your sleep, Shall I drift apart.
Naman.C. Dear God, what are you?

F.Y.BAMMC

“Focus on progress, not perfection.”
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