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Jan 2014
Complication is a word that I want, not to exist,
But it always seems to, around me, persist.
Calculations when I do for the good of all,
Somewhere I get attracted to the selfish scenery and then fear for the fall.
Anger rises, for the tree's not growing even after feeding water,
But the water used was impure I know it in inside,
So while walking away from the tree, my breathing stutters.
But the water was pure when I took it in the jug, I had taken the care,
But the devil infatuates me and his germs adulterate it,
I am innocent so I get a crush on him, blaming only me isnt fair.
Guilt comes for the rescue. How.? You would wonder,
Sooner the guilt sooner the absolution and then works the sander.
I know I have made a mistake and I feel sorry at the very next moment,
Please dont dry away oh tree. I promise now, to feed u till u feel the content.
Every bad action has the regretful reaction at the same instant in my heart,
How do all feelings travel in the same beat of the heart..?
I hold a hammer when walking this life with mistakes, the devil's call,
Because when I try to find myself again, getting closer are the walls.
Mahesh Hegde
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