If If I don’t get hurt in your sufferings get hurt in your sufferings If in human atrocities And genocide I don’t get stirred upThen let all my arts die here.If through the touch of your If through the touch of your heart’s fireAnd creationRain Rain doesn’t fallFrom my poetryThen let all my arts die here.If I fail to laughIf the light of the nightDoesn’t wake up wake up from my withinAnd I fail to draw picturesMixing with serenity of dawnThen let all my arts die here.If I fail to bow down before the feet of the greenIf my lips do not tremble seeing the laugh of a naiveIf while breaking myselfWords stay suppressed in incensement Then let all my arts die here.
Awesome prose... I think you might want to proofread though because some of it is doubled up. The message is awesome though.. Thank you for sharing
thanx dear how is life?
Hey, I think I actually get it. Great job
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