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monster

Another one was slain today
It was a powerful blow
strength that comes out with furious thoughts
massacring all in its way
there's no mercy, no pity, no empathy
nothing matters
but that one thought that swings the blow
You breathe, it's over
and then a realisation that you are lesser human now

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Anonymous said…
Truth and honesty neither makes a monster nor a lesser human. Hurt,it does but time heals every hurt. Set sail on your chosen way and you shall be happy again in no time.
May 29, 2008 at 4:58 AM
Anil said…
awesome one indeed .. I wrote yet another real one..

http://koshur.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-handoo-saabh-expired-in-exile.html
January 21, 2010 at 1:02 PM
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