How much poison still must I take inside
to cook the neurons in my brain
and make a vegetable soup out of them?
Can you live with such venoms in your life?
How much blood must I shed or draw,
before my veins and arteries run dry
and my limbs hold no more liquid?
In an unshadowed desert can you thrive?
What if some day I end up losing all my blood,
while my vessels are with the venom overflowed!
Perhaps I would be living still or I would die
but would I be perfect for a life in the sand!
How much poison, how much blood must I interchange
before the world accepts, I’m no material man?
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Oh i forgot to say… i loved the metaphors..
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I’m honored!
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Oh my … this is amazingly beautiful….
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thanks a lot!
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Deep thoughts and reflections here giving the reader a view in this great poet’s life.
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Thank you, though I’m utterly undeserving of such generous praises from a poet like you!
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You are welcome dear Amit, and you know I admire your poetry!
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yes I know but I don’t think I can be called a ‘great poet’… let us let the posterity decide whether I should be titled thus…. but of course I am delighted by it!
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I love your modesty!
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I believe all devotees of art should epitomize humility and modesty!
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And what a great belief that is.
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I am honored by your compassion and empathy!
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Oh but I have already conceded that you are Poet Divine! 🙂
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how can I be less when I am blessed with a Muse like you?
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