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Pradyun Devarakonda Poem
Deep Wounds Do Bleed in Vain
Even the Greatest of the heroes, humble and handsome today, morrow
Must Inevitably make themselves immobile static carcasses,
Their Doom must shall stab their mates into Deep woes,
Their vail of Agony stays mulish in 'em as the dark patch of sorrow
Grievers gotta grieve in futility, deep in that dark shadowy billow
The Unwise do so, for it's futile to make the Reapers-foes
The sagacious truly know of the Essence of Life; Soul's
The All-permeating immortal of the body, for its presence, isn't shallow
The Unwise too are the ones to fall for their instincts,
With visions of being bein and the only ones to lead,
It's true that some indeed become weeds
For the real humans not always can stand in their stead,
With fallin', Hope falls too; But in this
Capricious game of Chess, The once failed twice succeed
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A lonely walk, along an empty street,
Gives me the chills of a frightening- feat.
Once the midnight blood moon climbs up the sky,
It's much more thrillin' than horror's peak.
There I met, a gory man
With a bunch of witches,
Makin' a baleful plan.
Well, ya know to conquer us.
They might get the hell outta you, yeah.
He sensed my presence,
It was a wicked grin;
When I made my mind,
To wear out my limbs.
No matter how I try,
That devil's on my trail
He's nearing me
And I turn pale.
I made my prays,
For a saving god
But hey, is he here?
What! Why not?
When he's got hold of me,
Then I make a terrified scream,
Leave me 'lone, is this a dream?
I woke up yellin'
It's Eight o'clock
God, I'm late for school!
Ain't no time for a talk.
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ALL is done for me, I've lost my game of life,
I've no worth and I guess I shall live my rest in rife
"Hey leave me 'lone & carry on with yaself!
Y'understand huh?!" I say to my kin
"Oh! I could have made it beautiful"
"Wowowoohoo! I had my Elixir plentiful!
Oh yeah!"
But I let it stay,
Hid it in my Veil of Gray
Hey!
Hidden in my Veil of Gray
The evils of this world misguided me,
I could've stayed safe, on my way
You fill some more pockets of yours they say!
"Leave your way aside and run!
Where you can fill those pockets of yours!"
And then I paused,
And Changed my way.
And Now here I stand,
Belittled by the same world
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I stand out to look at the sunshine
That's now ain't bright nor pure in light;
Dark and black that's how it goes.
Wild dummies survive in dust and ash.
Where blooming buds wither in depression,
Still run the deadly processions.
From very little- the lads and the cuties
Teach them in advance, greed and lavish pride;
Make them the past of the forth bitter future.
While I know of the value
They give to the papers;
Why don't they,
To their birth-giving wise woods?
So gay we are,
With our families
But let the co-creatures live in the gloom.
Living lives of the little ones;
Make a snack for many,
Who dump them more than they partake....
Why live in this mad bad world?
Let's lift the anchors!
And set sail, to a better place!
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The shivery war had come to an end
But the clash of the minds will never so
Brick-hard thoughts never seem to bend
Before the countless lives going sore.
On one side lay the bloody flag
And on the other, the salty marine one
Each claiming their victory bag
Made some tales of gore
The clash hadn't brewed where it should,
But with the innocent lives of the third.
Nobody showed the humanity they could,
Neither did the sickle, nor the bird
The millions, who just earned liberty
Still remain to pay their debts
Neither did remain their rich property
Nor did their precious hearts
Happy were the people of the third
As they had earned freedom for their next
Little had they fathomed the following absurd
Their next killed and grabbed was their nest
Greenfields then grew barren
Blooming buds made not to bloom
And before the sides made it even
The massacre had made the world, bloody-gloom
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Statements are the treats
To the spoken,
But to the intended;
They still might ill-treat.
The Dreamer still dreams-day dreams
To find his passion
In his day,
But realizes at nights
That he spends his time in nothingness.
The Merchant says,
Where and when forth you get me my love
There and then forth I make you not my slave
Where and when forth you get me my riches, I repeat
There and then forth I make you not my slave
Then forth I unscrew your bond
To me
A yearlong you have, to win your life
I won't spare it at all
After this epoch of a lifetime
On the day before his death
The Miser's eyes go bloody red
As red as the flaming fires
In the failure's junk bed
While he day-dreamed .......
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Whenever I'm up to something,
A hellhound chases me,
A gory figure with blood oozing out
The bloody dog growls and roars at me;
"I'm the one to decide your fate!"
The ferocious ghoul bites and tears the life apart;
This hideous cycle of birth and death forth repeats,
And the hound is the guard forever!
We call it money,
And something that's the most valuable;
So let the days pass in the hustle.
Livin' all life in psychotic anxiety!
Is this even unevaluable
For the brightest minds
Who spend it all in apparent passion,
Futile greed, nasty narrow-mindedness
And foolish ignorance,
Banishing emotions
And peaceful happiness?
Or living it all in emotions!?
Stay far y'all
From true wisdom;
And be torn apart
By this hideous beast "Time"
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Dormant Volcanoes
Do not shut down forever
But make their wait's worth
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"I'm in a hurry, OUT OF MY WAY!
Gotta catch that train; IT'LL HEAD AWAY!"
Said he in hustle, NO!
BANG! He fell on floor low
And broke a bone; The train found its way!
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Tiny twigs break apart more often
Their puny size, pummeled by little force
Whiny folks break apart more often
Their puny minds, pummeled by emotion
We live in a Hippocratic world
Why do we be told to be static in futility
Let your freedom be put on hold
Who wants this Hippocratic liberty?
Who even thinks in this world?
Time to rush all the way down the street
Till you're frail and get old
You shouldn't let your soul be met.
And when you realize, this mishap
For perhaps on your death bed
It's too late now to step up
In your disgrace, you get just to fill your will, dead?
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