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Gasp! I stutter! Chest rising, air-hungry... Again, I sputter! Efforts to resuscitate My grappling form Are all falling in vain What is this storm? Hands reaching out With a desperate yearn for something I lost, while I was busy Extracting, gaining, bargaining. Parched throat Unmoistened by water Tremulous heart Beating feebler, faster. No antidote works, No therapies suffice, Oxygen flows through, Still I'm devoid of life. The world dejectedly shakes its head Everything known to man Has been done. But twists of fate, who can understand? 'Cause in a magical instant, The Hand divine Rests on my ebbing existence One more time. Once again dysrhythmic heart beats Start dancing in orderly unison. Breaths start entering-exiting In perfect, beautiful, natural fashion. In goes life, The reason for my being, In goes truth, All knowledge, all meaning. And finally, after the Evil, cidal, unending eternity, Out comes a deep, long, fulfilling Exhalation of Poetry. Now, alive, I truly am.
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Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
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Gasp! I stutter! Chest rising, air-hungry... Again, I sputter! Efforts to resuscitate My grappling form Are all falling in vain What is this storm? Hands reaching out With a desperate yearn for something I lost, while I was busy Extracting, gaining, bargaining. Parched throat Unmoistened by water Tremulous heart Beating feebler, faster. No antidote works, No therapies suffice, Oxygen flows through, Still I'm devoid of life. The world dejectedly shakes its head Everything known to man Has been done. But twists of fate, who can understand? 'Cause in a magical instant, The Hand divine Rests on my ebbing existence One more time. Once again dysrhythmic heart beats Start dancing in orderly unison. Breaths start entering-exiting In perfect, beautiful, natural fashion. In goes life, The reason for my being, In goes truth, All knowledge, all meaning. And finally, after the Evil, cidal, unending eternity, Out comes a deep, long, fulfilling Exhalation of Poetry. Now, alive, I truly am.
ghazal-tansir
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ghazal-tansir
Indian
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
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