“Empty handed” Face to face with surge of Wish and desire, And on the other side Of height of liking, In cry of agony And excess of separation, It was impossible to touch The love of reality About him, the God! Thus annexing oneself With the gathering Of dance for degradation, Above the destination Of sophist ecstasy, We, who trudged, Along the disguised disgrace, Usually are unable To find their selves, Empty handed all along.
Posted on: Thu, 01 Aug 2013 06:47:17 +0000