Darkness short poem

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The world is cast under darkness,
That’s what the earthly theme goes;
A living heart goes the same
And so on a Rose.

Truth has charred off,
With fraudulent leading the way;
“Make us free from Darkness”——
Couldn’t I hear such a pray!

I think so deep,
So deep I wonder ——
That isn’t there none
To stop such a blunder.

There is the man in sleep,
Whom, neither could you move nor could you see
Because the hungry zombies washed his brain off,
Before he could make us free.

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Chand Ashish

Your heart is truly poetic ….
Your basics are truly holistic …..
Do not know from where you come …..
but …Hey! Man ….
Your vibes are truly ascetic ….
You make the world’s worlds …..
You ascribe the word’s words …..
Ashish Chand


The flow of the poem touches the heart towards the end…Nice read!


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