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Monday, 20 June 2011

again a poem, written long back...


Truth


the horror of truth with a devilish guile

splatters the waters to frozen ice,
splinters the space with a sinister smile,
slices the dream with clinical ease,
mocks at - the hope, with deadly delight!!
makes the heart - a percussion drum,
flows the red in cyclonic tides,
takes hold - the pain, like a colossal king -
to rule the empire in a tyrannical vice.

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