Interviewed Myself Read Count : 124

Category : Poems

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Some doubts last forever
Some go down in flames
Others wait for a saviour
To paint feats over blames

Half of the sorrows lent
Some with damn absence
Flickering the unwanted immigrants
Still with an indelible influence

Shadows bickering from sceneries
Yelling from the wounds of ignorance
For the desires to be a mercenary
With heavy  bullshits and finances

And those doubts, those memories
Those immigrants, those saviours
Sorrows of lent miseries 
Snoring in my treasure..

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