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I see, speak and feel nothing. I am just another person. I belong nowhere.

Nomad I am a nomad— Nothing I say matters. I am but a face in the crowd, I am left behind, trying. I am made fun of. I don’t count in this vast world, I often lead myself through darkness, I pin myself to the wall— I don’t even exist unless I make my presence known. I don’t even get hate—let alone love, I get neither a hell nor a heaven. Not everyone deserves pain. We suffer for a reason—I don’t get a reason. I just live to make God not regret His creation.                                         -Preetham.S.D  

'I'll Follow you' is a poem written on pure love, in which the author would go wherever his beloved goes and will follow her until death.


 


I’ll follow you

 

O, I’ll follow you to the depths of hell,

To be true, my soul I’ll sell,

I’ll follow you as your shadow,

And I’ll be there for you, wherever you go,

To know you well, I shall set my heart ablaze,

Just to love you, for the rest of my days,

I shall be doomed in your pleasant eyes,

O darling, they are so pretty they can even fool a wise,

That face is enough to envy any woman,

Your skin, sparkles when touched by the ignorant sun,

O young lady, I shall gaze upon the night sky,

To adore the Night I’d wish, but that’ll be blasphemy, a bitter lie,

How could I adore something in your presence?

How does the Almighty’s creation look pale before you?

Just as I thought, even in death my sweet lady,

I’ll follow you anywhere and your face shall be the last my eye shall see!

                                                      -Preetham.S.D 

                                                                      

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