HYPOCRITE
I live in the city , where township goes from door to door peddling dust
of hidden dirt ...
Only a fistful of grass ,only a hand full of broken heart ....
Crawling myths told once upon a time...there lies my paradise
unheeding uncaring shoeless,along the waves of distant vistas come flying wondrously bold unbothered feerless...
take me to the place where death comes within cloud-hued black dreams,beneath the heaven beside the hell throw my dead heart in thedarkest stream -
- Soumita
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