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Articles: Poetry | Thy Love !
- Mr. Vinesh Sukumar
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Hate I, the Star that betrays the traveller poor,
On whom, he relied heavily to core,
His Angel lord has turned his foe,
Share please his silent woe.
None, nor God, I know shall help him out,
He's a poor kid, in death's unkind way,
The star in teens, showers intentional smile,
He's a fool, he cries with bosom cool.
My poor friend - Wave not, to the rising Sun,
In your agony, everyone is having fun.
He knows well - Death shall come this noon,
He's to pass away, beyond the silent moon.
Dear One, the betraying path is in your name immersed,
Holding your finger, I've come to my grave,
I struggle hard, to open my coffin box,
My Love, please open the numbered lock.
A woman's love is a miserable gift to a man,
I swear Lord, I shall never love one.
The desire to possess the Star is gone,
The dead man in me is born again.
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