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Cures Of Wound


I shade my millions of grieves in my smile,

I smile because the times of ignoramus consumes me

In its eternal fire. I witness trifle things overtly deterministic

Of humanity and its bleak future endeavours.

Greatness veiled in the sands of the desert parched

With thorns and bushes decorating the rough turf...

The blue sky overhangs the hope of the ocean soon

But distantly far being the comforts of the cool,

Greatness hidden deep in the coffins of the dead,

The self judicial mirror illustrates my reflections

Justice refusing to be my lone ranger... the light

I could never be the breeze that truly touches your heart

Nor could I slip a grin in the edgeways of your peace

My love got a special presence, though

Incomplete, insane and incompetent

The unfathomable truth hidden in the questions

Of immaturity, of treason and concealed in betrayal.

My hope of a better moment each instant

Steals my inner surroundings of intellectual stability

And just when I recollect the golden words:

“The only verdict is vengeance held as a votive”

I realized my will is still strong enough to leave

The liars in tatters. In shatters. But I reserve it now...

Sometimes later, the moment shall come, when the

Want of power shall reach zenith, and lies reign in you

You shall perish to brighter radiance of truth...