Tuesday, 22 July 2014
Sunday, 20 July 2014
Dear John (Antidote)
Every word is a wound,
the experience go through
kills me a
little,
a little more,
and a more
little..
little by
little
i become used
to it
and now my
body has developed an antidote
to protect
me ;
the dislike,
is my strength,
to dislike i
breath,
the dislike is
me,
because i want
the things
the other way
round
and without
any hope
i will dislike
till it
changes.
MOHIT KANT
MISHRA
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