And the poet thus writes
This life is the afterlife
It takes you on a ride
Death is a temporary life
Keep your desolation aside
Its not time to mourn or whine
All those deep burning scars
Are your unaccounted rewards
What if this is heaven or hell
What you build for the comeback
What if this is the truth untold
What you believe is your salvation
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Unpublished Poems
PoetryI had worked on my poem one whole summer, perfecting the story and structure and rhyme and rythym. And when he read it he asked, 'Why don't you write about what you feel when you can write very well? I mean all that goes on in your head, that rage i...
