Times struck hard
Lonely thunders, lonely altar
Growing old isolated
Thoughts shroud me cover, uncover
Grown in Bondage one part ,
Also Unknowns blessed
And not seek their part
History of suffrage seeded in mind
For me and them
Pricks me awake and close
Am I living thousand deaths
Or that
Dying moments I fail to live......
Before I leave as I pray
Will is difficult to ink it dark
Bequeathed to generous souls,
Taught me what to wonder
Against hardliners wish
Epitaphs lives on borrowed lines
"Love You ALL",
Will, I may forget to draft
By: Prashant
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