man was the first to preform suicide natural born martyrs too sick to bring themselves to eat their own filth our strongest are easiest to fall men were not made to survive but sequential installments are in follow suite in order to remain on top in order to fall farther
Dampness Didn't allow Burn in full flames Smoulder smoke Rising high In the sky Observed far and wide There something Burning so long Never seen That end before Let's go Let's see What's up there Oh, a life there Entrapped On an island Turned miniscule River stage Rising fast Clouds hitting The mountain Upstream Bursting to vanish Zoom mobile cam Snap snap Half naked Dishevelled hair Sunken cheeks Sunken eyes Protruding ***** teeth Dark brown man Help help helpline Location sent Photos sent Army chopper Brave army men Lifted him A bunch Of damp twigs Billowed much smoke Dry wouldn't have been Of much use Sluggish things Not always bad Bad habits Sometimes do help Smoking made Light the twigs And the Front Men Saved a Last Man
Last man = Antyodaya man This poem is about a poor man entrapped on a small island almost submerged in water due to flash flood in a river due to cloud burst on an upstream mountain. He could collect damp twigs and light smouldering smoke billowing fire signalling for help. Nearby people noticed unusual smoke and came to his help. He was rescued by the army with the help of a chopper.
He's close, so close and I'm running fast. Every second he gets closer and I don't know how long I will last. I look up ahead and focus on every step, but I know I'm holding on by a thread. Just as I get ready to give up and give in, I see a tattered old BMW coming. Her trunk is open and I take the cue; I jump into this strangers BMW. The man runs quick but we drive quicker, riding into the evening sunset picture. We drive a couple miles till we hit a small town with a motel and the countryside all around. The BMW stops and my driver steps out; I crawl out from the trunk and jump on the ground. My feet feel heavy and my legs are sore, my head feels so much bigger than before. I can't stand straight and I lean on the car, but before I know it I'm heading down for the tar...
This is based off a dream I had that I just can't get out of my head and have been thinking about all day. Let me know if you want the continuation of the second part! :)
a born man is a free man yet somehow is living in slavery on a timed boiling pan is a deaf slave to a throne of what can't do and what can is a blind king on his throne to the people's command is a mute reigning with silence to speak up to his land is a ******* to stop chaos with one stand is living in the darkest poles denying the sun's shake of hand and with all that he is still a free man