WrittenA Poem by SiddharthaThe unblemished truth is an ideal that can
never be set For only in its absence are promises made And the paths of our forlorn lives forever
set.
Bereft of the promise of a pinnacle of
perfection Our burnt souls realize the Sun can never be
met As our beings drown in the Red our hearts
bled © 2013 Siddhartha |
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Added on October 7, 2013 Last Updated on October 7, 2013 Author
SiddharthaHyderabad, South Asia, IndiaAboutAn engineer, with a management degree, I am passionate about and fascinated by the arts – literature, movies, music and photography, et al. Creative writing, especially poetry is the raison d&rs.. more..Writing
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