No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image. No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image.

The joy of mutual self-giving.” The joy of mutual self-giving.”

This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction

The poem describes life after the mother's death. The poem describes life after the mother's death.

मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है। मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है।

Never again depend on a single ruler. Never again depend on a single ruler.

The poem shows how humans are destructing lives. The poem shows how humans are destructing lives.

And the crooning of the morning cock. As the last stroke of the dawn passes by, I wave the wor... And the crooning of the morning cock. As the last stroke of the dawn passes b...

Your engraved barks and vacant nest nothing will matter Your engraved barks and vacant nest nothing will matter

But you will be watching me while I make all my moves. But you will be watching me while I make all my moves.

MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman... MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman...

The poem shows all the phases of life. The poem shows all the phases of life.

The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart

I let my pain rot like a grape, And make alchohol of my ink, And then, I just drink, drink,... I let my pain rot like a grape, And make alchohol of my ink, And then, ...

In the modern era, we purchase their labor and transform them into slave with depraving In the modern era, we purchase their labor and transform them into slave with de...

All for one and one for all, That is unity. All for one and one for all, That is unity.

But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see. But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see.

We can not discover the mystery of nature. We can not discover the mystery of nature.

The moon that I look at, high and complacent, dwelling in silence like an angel that was sent. ... The moon that I look at, high and complacent, dwelling in silence like an ang...

The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burden of the pain of ag... The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burd...