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Coffer of those treasured tragedies of lives

Faith! My divine spirit! I am thankful for your presence in life In my sleepless nights of prayers and tears I admonish myself to liberate my spiritual soul in ecstasy! Love! Immortal love! An unquenchable thirst of life! Tristan and Iseult, Dante and Beatrice, Those stories of those impeccable lovers! Tristan was never my hero, for some reason, it never occurred in my mind about him, on a serious note I was drawn to Oedipus in some way, as tragedy is the best tale of life. I never felt the longing of pouring words, To reach the beloved, in utmost purity and warmth After a long time, I felt, I was gazing through The struggle and misfortune of the tragic life of Tristan. And this gloomy night is glowing strong and sure With a coffer of those treasured tragedies of lives!

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Date: 9/28/2019 1:52:00 AM
This seems to be true for many. " drawn to Oedipus in some way, as tragedy is the best tale of life." - these tales get thrown about more quickly than the happy stories. Nicely done!
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Tamanna Ferdous
Date: 9/28/2019 4:36:00 AM
Caren, I am glad that you liked it! I wanted to portray Tristan, more than Oedipus here, though touched by the greatness of tragedies of both. Thanks a lot for stopping by.