Ravi Kiran Krovvidi

How pity and vile,
I can't find a mirror in this horde
I get grisly truth and sometimes praise
whom to believe? whom to trust?
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I am a Tree with no leaves
as stationary as baby in pram
widespread branches but no use to one
bestowed with every currency
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Blistering lights now look blur
in this bazaar of lives
I am one,
Neither I can ignore nor can i ado
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Nothing left in this ink
flame has blown off
air doesn't have vitals
choking in this paradise
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All hail The mighty Rain,
She reigns supreme from hill to plain,
Ceding relief to farmers,
By showering euphoria on sorrow.
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