VoyageA Poem by Hari OmThe voyage and the counless scenes seen
My voyage which begun with cunning initiated efforts
But i could acknowledge the pain that was ressurected with obstructions on my path I saw to my shock the empty corridors of heaven and darkness that prevailed. Graveyard, of souls and thoughts Given a leverage to see droughts, Thirst clutched as between the jaws of hound And waterless empty vessals that made no sound I add my steps with no halt To have a better insight into the three spatical dimentioned And time, to which i have no retention © 2017 Hari OmAuthor's Note
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