Remember me as a MartyrA Poem by Balkaran SidhuWhere are those values of Indianism...Let me not concieve more truths about the contemporary brio, for what the smoldering altruism gave me some uncurable wounds. All I had wished for was some lovingness a benevolenct existence some inherent tender values from my native purity. But time enlightened me with scars
I was taken to a dark dark place where the devils rule where no humans had gone I was rattled by ruthlessness
bruised my entity Now I feel hollow from inside with a wounded soul I try to fight
My woed soul now needs some rest as am too weak to fight this battle And now when I have to say my final words I won't say I am a victim of some tragedy
I am a source to a new consiousness Keep this flame of this discernment alive For my sacrifice should not go in vain... © 2012 Balkaran SidhuAuthor's Note
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Added on December 29, 2012Last Updated on December 29, 2012 AuthorBalkaran SidhuHanumangarh, Rajasthan, IndiaAboutHome will always be here... Poetry Anthology- http://www.amazon.com/Divided-Seven-Billion-Balkaran-Singh-ebook/dp/B00KQ3668Q/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=&qid= Facebook -https://www.fa.. more..Writing
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