It gives me trouble
And also makes rubble.
My red face bewildered me
But the after shocks injured me.
Something told me that it was not hatred, but merely a putrid rage.
-PK
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Journey
PoetryThese are a set of few poems which define the journey of life or rather experiences which each person has gone through and have become capable of what they are now. Life has a bright side as well as a dark side but it depends on us, which of these d...
