Or did I tear in shreds?
Who can tell who after all saw?
Only two mute, foolish objects inside.
If only they had been kind enough,
To shatter to pieces, a single moment,
And let me walk over them.
Instead, the traitors let me crawl,
Like a wounded snail, with drooping eyes.
Why does the origin of tragedy,
Remain of eternity for man?
If but both had died,
Memory wouldn’t dominate the spirit.
My ambitions, how easily they dissolved,
Just weak bubbles in seducing waters
Who’s better- death living or Death dead?
The maker will fumble for an answer
How easy death is!
Everything dies-emotions,
Ambitions, desires, hopes.
Death, take us soon,
We might kill you earlier,
My heart and I.
ANUSHA.U.R.
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17 yrs
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