Playing in the rain
Tears doth fall as rain
Can pain become a hobby
Or elegy be music?
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We gather with our brothers
To feast from the claws of hunger
Our plates are pale and pots bereft
Still we puke what we never ate
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This is where we live in
A city of withered dreams
Day by day and night on night
We construe wrong for right
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Scars tatooed our skins
Our gory groans are hymns
Line by line and verse on verse
Composing lurid Psalms
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If sorrow had a home
Our souls would be it's dome
Cuts on cut and wounds on wound
Ambassadors of gloom.
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If pain were a lively portrait
It was sculpted from our image
Bit by bits and shred by shreds
We were forced out of our shells
© Tanmoy
©lostlove00
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