Neelima M
Tragedy
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The Rainy Wea...
Dear God
Beyond Realit...
Girl
Blind sunshin...
Hate-Fate
Myself
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Only You
The love that brought solace To my dreary life, The love that brought solace To my dreary life,
This is a symbolic poem which represents how the constant cycles of being doomed, devastated and ris... This is a symbolic poem which represents how the constant cycles of being doomed...
This dysfunctionality wrenches me, hollows me and it spills me at the same time This dysfunctionality wrenches me, hollows me and it spills me at the same t...
And not letting them into any Pain gain... And not letting them into any Pain gain...
The night has now set sail ago; And the waters bend and creep, The night has now set sail ago; And the waters bend and creep,
To be silent is my last option. To be silent is my last option.
Echoing in my head.... Echoing in my head....
Does he possess the gift of multiplication?... Does he possess the gift of multiplication?...
I hoped for my days to stop being grey. I hoped for my days to stop being grey.
Born was she rosy-brown; A father’s little princess with a crown. Born was she rosy-brown; A father’s little princess with a crown.
A blue-throated bird Often perches my window, A blue-throated bird Often perches my window,
As I said I am just a bystander... As I said I am just a bystander...
Those artificial flowers; Lament in pain, Those artificial flowers; Lament in pain,
Awareness, alertness, precaution can save humans. Awareness, alertness, precaution can save humans.
I am living with a war every day, In my heart, I am living with a war every day, In my heart,
I am a tiny bonsai, Stuck in an old greenhouse I am a tiny bonsai, Stuck in an old greenhouse
"After fall," mama says, Ever since I've been counting days. "After fall," mama says, Ever since I've been counting days.
What was once garbage and forgotten Now a beautiful flower What was once garbage and forgotten Now a beautiful flower
Can’t you see, that your darling daughter, Is all messed up, her eyes flooded with tea Can’t you see, that your darling daughter, Is all messed up, her eyes flooded...
I lie all day, My eyes open, my legs hurt I lie all day, My eyes open, my legs hurt
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