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- NOT A
BEGGING HAND
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- I feel strange
- I’m going
through strange feelings …
- No colourful
trappings for desires
- No dreams,
- Thoughts do
not come to mind
- Wishes and
longings are in a sorry state.
- God knows
for whom, what
- Life tarries
and wait
- I don’t even
know what I really want
- It’s a
strange quandary
- For us …
the people who lie in wait.
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Supplications still bow
- On raised
hands
- Praying lips
also queer
- But what
happened to the time
- That it has
changed ?
- As morning
fragrance is gone
- So did
colour from evenings
- A look in
the mirror
- Astonished
me.
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- Strange are
the ways of things
- As strange
are their appearances
- No griefs,
no sorrows
- Feelings
have grown strange.
- For us, the
awaiting people
- Things have
become strange!
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