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I have woken in many a land Many a shores that changed many a sand But where does this all lead? Moments pass and moments plead Why be we the most wretched kind A thousand years we inevitably unwind The same history, its repetition present portray But rain dampens those words of clay Every day Yes, everyday How rain dampens those words of clay The mirrors of our culture newspapers project While some lonely poet these projections correct Still we become our cruelest dream As society merges into an ugly stream Again poets write in tired words Those suicidal lines for forgetful herds Yet their emotions fail to achieve again Because rain dampens those words of clay Every day Yes, everyday How rain dampens those words of clay.
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 4:56 AM UTC
Words Of Clay
I have woken in many a land Many a shores that changed many a sand But where does this all lead? Moments pass and moments plead Why be we the most wretched kind A thousand years we inevitably unwind The same history, its repetition present portray But rain dampens those words of clay Every day Yes, everyday How rain dampens those words of clay The mirrors of our culture newspapers project While some lonely poet these projections correct Still we become our cruelest dream As society merges into an ugly stream Again poets write in tired words Those suicidal lines for forgetful herds Yet their emotions fail to achieve again Because rain dampens those words of clay Every day Yes, everyday How rain dampens those words of clay.
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yuvraj-jha
Indian
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 4:56 AM UTC
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