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Anaya Sumeet Poem
Freedom was our brethren for the longest century,
Our dreams were tears of lotuses in the lake.
Our God was king of all humanity,
And still a fool of ourselves we made.
One voice surrounded by a million others,
And in those millions were millions unheard.
Ears were shut and mouths opened,
And still our tongues didn't utter a word.
Men and women cured maladies
Sacrificed existence to ingrain their names in the stars,
How we blamed those stars for the tiniest of adversities,
Ran away on two feet, far afar.
In time, when our ashes will be dust,
A new dawn will awake.
Henchmen will continue the unbounded legacy,
And they too will, fools of themselves, make.
Copyright © Anaya Sumeet | Year Posted 2023
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Anaya Sumeet Poem
Pretty little lies
The world whispers in your ears
Pretty little lies
You whisper them back
Fake little smiles
You smile in their faces
Fake little smiles
They smile behind your back
Perpetual pleasurers
Sing your name
Join their hands
And light a flame
Heat a rod and brand your back
Label your worth and shame
The pendulum halts
When stars reflect in those eyes no more
When your soul sinks down to the depths of the sea
Do you remember who you were
Before the world told you who you should be?
Copyright © Anaya Sumeet | Year Posted 2023
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