I, by Sumit Singh
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there was that silent approach of death
than there was killer's way of wrath
they took their stride to justify the pain
to put their existance and meaning, well mannered in chain
and the ignorance of world still continues
the intellectual giants and arguements, they refuse
and world of people with ideas all profuse
with little mind, set themselves to confuse
and the crucified god was created, in doldrum
hoping to find a way of living, if not
hoping for the next to come
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Posted: 2005-10-06 10:01:58 UTC |
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2006-06-29 04:47:28 | User |
I like this poem...pretty interesting.. |