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Husband

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Sitting in my chair,  My life Is bland. The mental breakdown is near Then I saw the face of my son. Pillow between us for years, For once, she doesn't think about my needs But I should think about hers, As she's the one who every month b leeds. And I'm an husband, A man should be strong and shall not cry, Though I'm not planning to as my eyes went dry. Once there was love  When she used to call me dear, But now there is no trust, Only an agreement and fear, What will happen to them? So we are just left with blame. For me weekends were good But now those are unbearable, As she is always rude. Mon-Fri is also no good. I don’t blame her for anything though. Yes, she blames me, And in anger, I call her hoe. But not from my heart, As believe it or not I still love her. That’s why we are not apart.  Does she love me? Maybe, as she also bearing me. But I really don’t know. Once we both had dreams, I wanted a post of power, She wanted to become an actress These days we only bri
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Husband

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Sitting in my chair,  My life Is bland. The mental breakdown is near Then I saw the face of my son. Pillow between us for years, For once, she doesn't think about my needs But I should think about hers, As she's the one who every month b leeds. And I'm an husband, A man should be strong and shall not cry, Though I'm not planning to as my eyes went dry. Once there was love  When she used to call me dear, But now there is no trust, Only an agreement and fear, What will happen to them? So we are just left with blame. For me weekends were good But now those are unbearable, As she is always rude. Mon-Fri is also no good. I don’t blame her for anything though. Yes, she blames me, And in anger, I call her hoe. But not from my heart, As believe it or not I still love her. That’s why we are not apart.  Does she love me? Maybe, as she also bearing me. But I really don’t know. Once we both had dreams, I wanted a post of power, She wanted to become an actress These days we only bri
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Grim Reaper

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  A frail body sitting in front of me, In her dried eyes there's a craving of crying. Her morbid face, facing the bed, Which is dead soak from red droplets of sorrow. A poignant scent is everywhere, It's the scent of her melancholy, Which the room has borrowed. But in all her misery There's a hint of smile, Maybe it's a joy of winning, When the bullet took her life. Then she went on the journey To reconcile with the eternal soul. She adieu everybody, To be happy evermore.
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Burning Soul

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How often do you think about your dream? I feel them, live them many times, They flow in my mind like a flood's disastrous stream. Though I only got failures and grim.  But that burning desire in my heart, Wrecking my soul, And reaping me apart.  I want to be free of this misery, And give up my hopes to my destiny. But no! Not after coming this far. With audacity I will scream  Towards that pitch black body afar, Which is an unending dark and morbid tunnel. And I won't give in at least not before my funeral.  I'll declare to that darkness, 'No matter how evil and cruel you are! I'll fulfill my dream, Build on the graveyard Of my unfulfilled yearnings.' I know in this path, Awaits nothing but suffering and pain. For my insolence Of a wish to gain, Freedom, From desire's mammoth kingdom. I wants to change my unwanted destiny, As I don't want to be  Only a diminutive part of this society. But like a fugitive in the Rat world, I have to endure many arrows Fr
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Begging To God

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I lived the life of a beggar, Begging God to make my life better. Hoping to achieve greater. But never I knew God won’t help me That’s brutal but true. Never in life had I lived What I thought in my dreams.  So I begged more, to God, And screamed. Screaming and blaming him for everything. Then I thought there is no God, He is a joke.  But then I corrected myself, As if he really is real,  Then by my words, he may get provoked. So I feared God, never loved him, And in turn, he never fulfilled my dreams.  Everything was a vicious cycle, And life was hell. This whole reality itself became my jail! So I will suggest you don’t beg,  To the God who is deaf. But work hard and find your way out. And create a life yourself, to be proud. Beggars don’t become great They live in illusions  They use their illusions as lude. So start a life of hope, But never hope it to be true, Have a life of greatness,  And live a life which lives only a few.  
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