Over two hundred
unread posts
by the pens I love the most;
where to begin?
Perhaps not at all?
May the cowards' way out
be ne'er known
to the readers
of these, my poems.
In Love's name
be they attempted
but by Love's name
be they hitherto
unread.
So grateful
am I;
are we;
for the words
of those
who seem to be
worlds away:
they, who share
the same words,
the same air,
the same Earth
as I;
I;
who am not
those I idolize
(if any)
;
A problem?
Nea;
a blessing
hitherto
disguised.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 5:55 AM UTC
Over two hundred
unread posts
by the pens I love the most;
where to begin?
Perhaps not at all?
May the cowards' way out
be ne'er known
to the readers
of these, my poems.
In Love's name
be they attempted
but by Love's name
be they hitherto
unread.
So grateful
am I;
are we;
for the words
of those
who seem to be
worlds away:
they, who share
the same words,
the same air,
the same Earth
as I;
I;
who am not
those I idolize
(if any)
;
A problem?
Nea;
a blessing
hitherto
disguised.
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