Wards of avarice and repression
We fabricate fortress in the air
Weave fiber of narcissism
Waltz in the arena of miasma
We beseech grace from next skin
With fury in the droplet of blood
Worthless ego crammed cells of mortal
Worry for redundancy of wits
Wall of fire will burn our desires
We conquer corollary of delight!
VIGIL KUMAR 
Yes. We are less than perfect. A dramatci poem. Well done, Vigil.
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These are all inspiration from the society…grateful to you for your continual support.
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How well said, Vigil. Beautiful strong poem.
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Reblogged this on VigilKumar.
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Beautiful words. Many thanks.
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Wow, I like this a lot. It speaks to me much right now. (if you see my Love life illusion, you’ll understand). Thank you.
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hi, i’ve nominated you for an award 🙂
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great poem “Wall of fire will burn our desires”
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Lovely imagery – I like your choice of words.
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