They see me thru casteism They see me thru religionalism They see me thru regionalism They see me thru linguism They see me thru nationalism but they fail to see me thru humanism hmmm...and that is What I am
Good work..this comment is for all your poems...i am just wondering are there any rules to compose a poem?? if so, the rules would make you a much better poet..
What I write may look to be just a manipulation of words but to me it is my life..a life of pain or pleasure ..I dont know...these are the mysteries that chase me ..the psyche of human mind that haunts me...I dont know where I will reach..these words can never express the feelings...they represent just my attempt to express myself and to be conscious of what I was somedays before..never to forget the past ..never to regret for not saving those memories...I write these lines for myself ...to relieve myself from the feelings that can never be expressed ...feelings even if expressed will only turn futile as true feelings are never truly understood and finally to know myself that I have led my life this way
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Good work..this comment is for all your poems...i am just wondering are there any rules to compose a poem?? if so, the rules would make you a much better poet..
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