Wednesday, 5 September 2012


I look at the burning sun
Whip like filament lashes the root,
Moving around all the time,
The very sun shines the world.

Still burning my mind,
Life is a burst
Of solar lashes
A home of burning formation,

I am one backward runner
Now on a rush of old ideas,
Those are my living meaning
Home wants something,

I am not colorful to the needs,
Ferocity may dwell in between,
Inverse phase of life throws me,
Lashes my endurance,

I am now a single creature,
A bitter taste to dwellers,
My anger is a burn to me,
Useless sediment to others.

Nothing earlier drop I can put,
For acquisition on the way,
For their assignment, being
Dragged between the age and the world.

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