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nanda Dec 2017
"excuse me bu—"

it is always like this

"yeah, bu—"

the sharks sing
that we are free

"wait, di—"

yet you...

"no... no, i—"

yet you won't let me be

"is somet—"

you shut my mouth
there's wires on my lips

"what are yo—"

you sing the words you want to hear
and you pass them on to me

"didn't h—"

i was not a mute

"okay, bu—"

yet you made me one

"why don't—"

all there is to say
all there is to ask

all is gone into the night

"why won't—"

i cannot question
i cannot speak

i shall not bother
your unflawless speech

"ple—"

"please—"

no

"please listen to me!"

so you cut my tounge
piece by piece
shut my mouth, darling

"..."

there are oh, so many ways to speak!
how i sometimes feel
This sorrow compleats me
like fuel to the flames
you anger it feads me
I'll forever play you're games

I'm barried in kaos
and I not break free
or dig myself a little hole
so that I mat breed

I'm suffercated from you
you've swon thes bright eyes blind
now I'm invisabul

Without you
you're the only thing that's mine

this sorrow it is me...
This poem makes me wanna puke
Deovrat Sharma Oct 2021
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most amazing
funny thing is that
we all live our lives
for everything which
is almost unknown

seeds planted through
our deeds during our
life span will rip into
sweet fruits or just
the sharp thorn

we remain ignorant
to this fact until  
we face outcome
of  the crop
we swon

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©deovrat "अयन"  12.10.2021

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