I went further, further each
turn a new
saw new world on those trembling god’s hand
saw new world on those trembling god’s hand
achin’ for the feel of soil
behind those cemented roads…
And then I felt behind lapse of time
memories never seen,
Trees long, with thousands
years
and a achin’ axe
and a pour of poison
devastated
and a achin’ axe
and a pour of poison
devastated
And with a similar contrast
I saw a youth,
Imperfect with past fates
and suddenly his unfelt faces
and suddenly his unfelt faces
Told me different stories
of fate of god and him, destroyed
-K.N. Singh
of fate of god and him, destroyed
-K.N. Singh
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