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Spiritual ignition...

By: Zartasha
Competition Year: 2013
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[This piece of poetry is related to those parts of the Universe where humanity is bleeding and souls have been taken away from the organs of love, emotions, sympathy and care - The soul of the Universe is crying and is in pain]

O lift me up from the thorns of life, I bleed, I bleed, Yes I bleed.
O lift me up from the troublesome storm
Vague, wilder, a horrible dorm
Where hopes are crushed,
Where dreams are snatched,
Where wills are gulped,
I don't want these bleeding life

Yes!
O dear! O friend! O lift me up from the thorns of life,
I bleed, I bleed, yes I bleed.

O lift me up from the scorching heat,
Where tones of different tracks and beats!
Where peace is scolded,
Where dreams are folded,
Where soul is moulded,
Into a piteous amalgam,
I don't want this bleeding life ...

Alas! O friend, O dear, O a great help
O lift me up from the thorns of life, I bleed, I bleed, Yes I bleed.

O lift me up from the painful weeds,
From doubts, pains and baseless heeds,
Where one is deprived of basic needs,
A basic life, a freshly mead,
I don't want this bleeding life...
Giving me weeps and deep sighs!

Yes, O dear, O a great help!
O lift me up from the thorns of life, I bleed, I bleed , Yes, I bleed.
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