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Faith And Fear

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I cannot deal with intelligence. Not because I wish to take advantage of foolishness but because I am suffocated in reality. I breath in poetries I live in arts and I survive in beauty. I cannot share myself to the hardness. I am not made to drink the poison coated with promises of stability. I don't bother being in the dark but I cannot blind my eyes in the plastic light. I don't find much difference in earthen and copper pots as long as the water is cold. I don't mind laying in sheets or in rooftops as long as the sleep is sound. I cannot because I am not made to cope with it........
Now as I type I find a meek fearful and submissive little child who's scared to get drown in this dark deep desert--- of domination of caricature building 
The child lays its eyes upon the stars 
With fear and faith 
Both in motion 
It sees its end 
A slipping low 
But 
As long as life is 
The soul shall plant the seeds the seeds of hope. .......
__Priyanka KoleyAll Rights Reserved

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"But I Want You,"

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