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Flame Of Anger

in the darkness light appears
from the flame that burns inside
the flame burns brighter and stronger then ever
the flame of vengeance and destruction
it burns my soul to the core
how long will i be able to contain it
how much more can i take
before i loose myself in the flame

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Evil is made good

A sac of rice in exchange
For every sac of paddy
That a king collected as tax
From his subjects for long.
At death bed he wished his son
To make him good in their eyes.
‘A sac of rice for a sac of husks’
The son ordered. The father was hailed.

Eviler makes evil good
20.06.2000, Palakka

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Not a complaint or a request but a pulsation!

You took Paddy
And then his beloved wife
Who knows go there tomorrow?
But the handsome Warmongers
Do acrobats in the serene sky
And dropp their toy cluster bombs
To the innocent Human crops!

*It's a funny thing about life; if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it.
-Somerset Maugham

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Tatooed Drums

Crushed silence dissolving into the milestone of the whole truth
Recognition of emarald paddy fields
River is river
Roads are roads
The path to the path to the path to the path
No shortcut to enlightened
reason
iIlogical contexts creation of meanings
Blue fields in the photographic image of the play-world

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A Passing Thought

The train
Moved,
And
In no time
We
Were out
In the countryside.

Pink clouds
Dotted the evening sky.
Far out,
Paddy fields.
Smoke
Billowing out
Of the chimneys.

Dim lights
In the cottages
Of sparsely populated
Villages.

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Being Used

So many thoughts
so hard to control
i guess wondering
has really taken it's toll

killing myself slowly
with these thoughts unsure
I've lost everything i am
no longer am i pure

i am no longer strong, i am weak
death haunts me quietly
into my thoughts he peaks

pissed off and lonely
sad and confused
i guess it all was true
when they said i was being used

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My Heart

love me i dare you to try
i will somehow make you cry
love me with my heart of ice
a broken soul will be the price

i reached out for your hand
and asked you help me to stand
break down this wall i created
all my life for you i waited

my soul is filled with pain
i want... no more rain
if u succeed in melting the ice
my eternal love will be your price

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For My Lovely

even if were miles apart
u have taken my heart
this might be wrong
my feelings for u are strong
sometimes i don't know what to say
it's like u take my voice away
whether im sad or blue
i know i feel good when i talk to you
after all thats said and done
know you are my number one
let me take your hand
and with a soft voice i ask
do u want to be...
my girlfriend

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Lost In Darkness

light can't been seen
not even from the sun
the light i could see disappeared

not a glimmer of it remains
while i'm drifting away in the dark
i try to find that light again

but something is dragging me away
i try to resist but it's futile
darkness is all there's left

feelings and emotions become numb
senses of the surrounding dies off
en darkness surrounds me completely

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The blind flower-seller

With the cane basket
and the white cane
She comes to the Sunday market
Sitting on the small bench
She sells different colors of flowers
Though she cannot see
By each fragrance of them
She knows the name and the pedigree too?
And I sniff a rare fragrance while passing
that comes from her hidden little-heart flower?

to my deceased poet friend Paddy Martin!

nimal dunuhinga

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