Beg the Almighty to keep the Innocents in eternal bliss.
For even one of them awakens,
retribution will be so just,
that the devil himself will tremble,
and the darkest ravines of hell will offer no solace.
Please do ask that they be in peace…
For I will not.
Fervent thoughts on Inhumanity Fervent thoughts on Innocence Grand poems on Tragedy
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Saurin Desai’s first love led to a roaring affair that's ongoing now since nearly 30 years. At the innocent age of 8 he met a comic book that whacked him on the head (pun intended) and he fell heels-over-head, literally (pun not intended). But being commitment-phobic, he had a couple of dalliances: with engineering, jobs & businesses, before succumbing to the seduction of the writer's life and giving up everything to become lazier than he ever was. Through all of this he continued to rendezvous with poetry. And after one very, very, long pregnant pause, the poems that had owned him all these years recently agreed to stop possessing him and start haunting the world. And, here we are..."Solitude and Other Obsessions