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Biren Daiya Poem
She knew the truth,
But smuggled it,
Underneath her weary cloak,
A thousand holes,
Peaking,
through
Worthy, is she?
Accomplished, a wise woman,
Exclaiming her wisdom,
Her shadows are hiding,
Through the murk of her foggy mind,
The silhouettes swims,
Her scars sing,
Wonderful her energy squeals,
Witness me!
Gallant her spirit,
Honor me!
Her voice, flaccid,
Life, resilient,
Silence, exuberant,
Strength, transcendent,
Fire, it roars,
Burns the whole,
H-E-R
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Biren Daiya Poem
There she slumbers,
Under the grey skies,
Knitting her black and whites,
Into a tune
or
Call it a remedy,
Medicine for subliminal tragedies,
She is not gentle,
but fierce,
Painting her masterpiece
As she rehearse,
Strength is the synonym,
Risking on the surface,
The fear of being uncontained,
The pain endured Moment by moment,
To hold a life inside- Too affluent.
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Biren Daiya Poem
Bliss was ego-ed by the neglect of the madness,
Conjuring courage to wrestle the responsibility of the real emotions;
Flowing in the fake tubes of blessed matter.
Untamed. Blinded. Ego-ed.
Realization crept in disguised as a friend to steal the ego.
Freed now! Drenched in madness.
Surrendered!
Love entered!
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