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Madadha Chinna Poem
Fight with the hidden agony,
to make myself a robust.
Is all that I can't buy with a penny.
Again, in a deep pain.
Looking the trees of Autumn,
I find myself proportionate to it.
Proportionate to it in the manner of losing.
Again, in a deep pain.
Through a page of world war,
I conceived about the red in the bed.
Alike me, the household should have shed tears.
Again, in a deep pain.
Paying a visit to the companion,
I see the sadness of his for his penury.
Somewhere it links with my condition.
Again and again in a deep pain.
Some miles to walk for,
Some steps to step for.
Each time I should stand again and again,
To fight against the deep pain.
Copyright © Madadha Chinna | Year Posted 2019
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Madadha Chinna Poem
Ahead of sunrise, I wake up and walk up.
Walk up to a place where the world depends.
The greenary is sometimes a boon and sometimes a curse.
With expecting not much more, I see my happiness.
Happiness in which the world depends and the world in return gifts me the curse.
That curse is that that leads to stoppage of breath.
Inside the border,I move on. In the border, I rule on
Leaving the relationships inside the border, I make a new relationship with my motherland in the border.
When I win, the people inside the border gets engaged in celebrations.
And when I lose, that's the same people who keeps my picture with REST IN PEACE tag to show you on but not with any depression.
With tears the world breath, keeping every emotion as wealth.
Developing with experienc that continuously brings an intense.
Stretching the lips with joy, although it misses when something destroys.
With what the world started, it's the same emotion for why it ended.
Copyright © Madadha Chinna | Year Posted 2019
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