Misunderstood

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Fight not with me my love,
And fight not with me my bro,
For I'm treading on an edge,
Thinner than the thinnest ever seen
And sharper than the sharpest lightning
separates you and me;the sky and the land.

Where days say farewell to the sweat
And nights intrigue the mystery of dreams,
Myself searching the beauty of unsung lyrics
On the marshy fields and the sweating hills,
Embracing the unclaimed voice of the poor
Denied of fragrance of the springs, unshared.

Separates the life and the death of mine
Is the music of your kiss on my soul, my love.
Being a loser in love and poems unwritten
And hectic in sorrows and trivials hitherto,
I am conquering the peaks of wounded silence
With profound bleeding of the past.

Myself In competition with none ,my bro;
But making up for the things undone,
And searching for a canvass plain and clean
To draw myself with my blood and sweat.

Devamanohar