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If I die now, I do not die young
Because I’ve grown old in foolishness
I have had enough experience
Accumulating folly in its worst
But I’ve never been wise enough
To dodge its fiery darts.
I’ve been riddled all-over
With perforations, revealing me
It has made me wide open
Wide open but not legible
It can be read only by like feathers
Feathers of painful colors.
Many a times I’ve been pushed
Against the thorny wall
In very few occasions
I’ve been compressed against it
I mean pushing me through the wall
But those few occasions,
Are more permanent in memory
Always encouraging me
Always encouraging me
Always encouraging me
To put an abrupt end
To the tortured life.....