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Aug 2014
Show me how the truth looks like
before I cover my mind with a lie,
Show me how to breathe, when
my pulse is about to die,
Show me how to believe, when
you are the one who breaks my trust,
Show me how to love, when
the surroundings are covered in lust,
Show me how to live, when
my ray of living has ceased to fall upon,
Show me how to look up, when
the mornings are dusky not a breaking dawn,
Show me how to rise up, when
you are the one pushing me down,
Show me how to smile, when
my boy makes me frown,
Show me how to care, when
my palm is deprived of your face,
Show me how to bear, to
not live in your embrace,
Show me the way, the path to those doors,
The doors above, that's all i want, I want no more,
I yield to those stairs, the stairs to eternity,
I'm walking, walking towards God almighty,
I have no hope, I am a phoenix bereft of its ashes,
I am perishing into perpetuity to never come up to
these wounds and rashes*.
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pragya santani
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pragya santani  assam
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