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Kill by Your Art

Anshuman Sahay

Joy, Pleasure, Happiness!


Ask yourself, if it exists at all?
Desolation, Frustration, Isolation!
Have become a curse for all.
Lends couple of bad nightfall,
while you plague in anxiety pitfall.
Do you even follow your calls?
Is it god? Who chided one and all?

Why everyone is so low of heart?
Baed, you might self-depart,
from your soul, to where that child waits.
On the run, for the love of the knots,
for someone to water these blots,
alas, you cut me o like blood clots.

No! Dont try to reason my foreparts,
why orchestrate a daunting Mozart?
Wound me, smear me with replies tart,
talk a few words, dont kill by your art.
Wound me not plainly and kill by your art;
Kill by your words, then kill by your art
Kill by your art

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