Confession

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    Confession

    Guilty, yes, I am guilty!

    I am guilty to the extreme!

    Showering

                       snakes

                               with their

                                         anger

                                                       and  hatred

    Biting me

           My  SELF and conscience

                    In the day at work

                            At the night in leisure

                    heating the target   on me,

                                my SELF and  conscience    

                                                   round the clock…..

     

    Snakes, rattles are charging on me

              Poison red

                    Poison black

                        Poison blue, bluish….

       No men are human  now

              No women are motherly, lovely and serene!

                      play-boy,

                            play-girls

                                        roaming around

                                    with their intension-ill, motif-worse

                                                                  and greed sky-high!

     

     

    Time pass so quick

               Ever quicker than bullet-train

                     We are killing our present

     and future as well

                                 For whom and what for?

                                      Guilty, yes I am guilty

                                                  I am guilty to the extreme!

     

     

                        

     

     

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    inkmaster commented on Confession

    10-18-2011

    creative layout........nice work....................

    ragib

    10/20/2011

    Thank you very much for your appreciation.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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