The Birth of New-man
The Birth of New-man
In the Mist of Night,
Craving never ends.
The moonlit showers ;
The red and white Roses,
Making the flow of stream visible.
Pursuing towards ye meadow,
Yearning for ye shadow;
Of lush green patches,
Of green towered trees,
Of the highest mountain
I ended up into dirty streets.
The world of Today ;
Thy dirty street ,
And I opened up all the ugliness
And sullenness made me died.
I am died!
That is the nature of ambition ,
The darkness in to the passes;
Of men-made cities.
I started to hate it .
I am a part of it.
Part of the dullness and littered lust,
Made a life of calmness.
A dreadful peace it is!
when you are a part of ugly reality,
when all the things are fussy ,
when people are lusty ,
then how can I live ?
But , I have to live and live
After hundred of my deaths ,
I have to live with wounded feet.
yeh! that is the life !
I start to beget it.
My mind 's mirror faded.
It turned into black.
My heart sounding ,"there is a stone"
That's the love of man ;
That's turned out to be mirage.
I am infused in it.
Lost in it,
A new man is born.
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"Wa tu izzu man-ta shaa, wa tu zillu man-ta shaa"
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