I, the ruler of the universe,
the master of the world,
the voice to reckon,
the conqueror
And, as I tarnished all,
trounced every soul,
vanquished every person,
till they fall
I wonder,
why the peace still deceives me,
why there is unrest within,
why the defeated eyes still haunt me
The spall from broken hearts,
scattered over my face,
scouting me to assume penance,
everything is so hard to discern
And in the chaotic limbo of my confetti mind,
though I have everything,
I realize, I achieved nothing
for harmony can’t bear its root
in the influence of guilt
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the last two lines. Sigh!💙
This is so mystical – when there is everything, why is there nothing? When all is ours why are we beggars? Thank you for yet another wondrous write, dear Shantanu. 👍
Beautiful one!
All have guilt dear all have skeletons bout the good things are always there to guard and guide even prophets were punished and forgiven we are all humans
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Thanks so much for reading Sameera
Thanks for reading my work so beautifully 🌸🌸
Thanks so much for your kind read
Well said. Thanks for your read
Thank you for writing so beautifully.
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It’s so good I actually read it twice. Fantastically penned, love the flow of words and thoughts. Beautiful!
Thanks so much my dear friend. Much appreciate your words
Highly impactful 👏
Thanks so much, Yasmin
Guilt of things crumbles our souls from within.A profound read..
Well said, Megha. Thank you for your read
Nicely penned my friend!
Thanks so much
You’re welcome
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