Prasanthi Thoughts
(self)
Pain
Pain of separation, grief of deceit
Pierce the heart, wrecks it apart
How adoringly I tended my nursery
Love watered their roots
My luck had its day
Destiny mocked maliciously
Bitter were the fruits of love
Cancerous their growth
What promised me heavens
Landed me in hell
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Oh! Pain, how sweet you are!
Take me into your lap, rear me as child
Lull my senses, drowse my feelings
I love even thy paramours, grant them their boon
Tie me in red ribbons
Dye me in their color finish the game
Oh! Mother earth; grant me a boon- would you!
Accurse me so, I leave no imprints
Enough is enough, I say good-bye
Till eternity I bear not
Fruits of seed an wither away-in ignominy
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