My beloved
brothers and sisters,
No more, please!
Nay say, ‘I
will burn again and again.’
The falling
heart numbed-dazed—
Thy sublime
greatness too much for it.
See, the world
is cheap-blind,
A yonder rescuer
dreamy-blurry.
Toss not a
single soul thus, please!
Lets hold on,
the fated ones,
No more despair
but feel,
Come closer,
we can prop up—
This abjectness,
this cruelty.
But seed, water,
tame
A single soul,
that matters…
Every single
dark-polished bead
That the busy
thumbs pull back;
Every rhythmic
movement the busy lips call for:
No despair,
no more toss of single soul into cruel blaze!
Please!
Lets hold on,
the fated ones,
No more despair
but feel,
Come closer,
we can prop up—
This abjectness,
this cruelty.
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