by Deepak Chaswal
With the increasing snow in my thoughts
The nerves of my intellect have started freezing
The warmth of the rays of a lamp
Can open up an era of hope
For my soul which is
Dampened by the leakage of water
Which is coming as a stream
Without knowing its bounds.
Yesterday and a day before
Yesterday and so on
Are trying to hold my present
With an unmitigated audacity
I cannot resist since
My soul is neither
In the hands of God
Nor Devil.
From:
Deepak Chaswal
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Deepak Chaswal
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Last updated June 28, 2011