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 Jun 2020
Akintola kunle
In the shallow of your way
I wrote a love letter and pray
You ****** my Jews in Midway
Delilah my Samson before prey
I have just one single world to say
Yours is nothing but betray.
 Jun 2020
-elixir-
My soul burns through these eyes
while I seek you out
through this blizzard
of life.
The rain of my soul,
wets my face,
as you dried it
with your winds of light.
I am oblivious
to your presence,
yet you're there.
Amongst the shadows
of my mind,
and blood in my veins.
Made to enliven me,
like an elixir.
Intuitions are the whispers from our soul
 Jun 2020
Ayushi Gupta
I don't know how to love you but I know that I will always love you.....
          Ayushi Gupta
Love is that bond which should have no barriers of anything. It should be only pure love...
 Jun 2020
efni
i'm sorry but
you look so lovely in white
and i would surely leave a stain

21.05.20
if i show you the wound
you'll try to stop the bleeding
and i assure you, you'll fail
 Jun 2020
Shiv Pratap Pal
When a neck is crushed by someone's knee
He may not be able to breathe
He may even die

It's not always a matter between two
It’s a matter of Justice and Injustice
The Injustice crushes the neck of justice

Crooks say Blacks and Whites always fight
But they are not at all right
It’s a myth created by the haters

Haters injects racism, casteism, religionism
In the breath, mind and blood of everyone
But not everyone are that much fools

When haters are supported by the throne
Then the peoples who are not the fools
They shake the throne with much force

They convey the message in a nice way
They have the power to invert the throne
They have the power to break the throne

Because Blacks and Whites never fight
They recognize each others right
And always support what is right
Will You Support?? Are you ready to support??
Here the pines blush
in the cloud's embrace
the sky comes low
falls for earth's face

the winds kiss
long lines of wood
fog weaves dense
peace of solitude

Here the curves
meanders blind
on magical turns
stumbles mind

all inner demons
the high lands slay
on angel's wings
you fall love's prey.
I love you, Bhutan.
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