"I stood up tall
Alone on the top
Planning to measure
Depth of the sea
And not asking price for it.
I jumped
In the air I surged
downwards....
The time slowed
The blue looked as the white snow
Mixed up red
With those bloodshed
I felt
Self to be a zombie
Tried to fit among the mortals
That dared to bomb me
The surface gets disturbed
Of the calm water
And not making much sound
It did the disaster
The waves took away
The soul that was to stay
An injustice to self
Pain, remembrance, guilt
And I'll take away
All the regrets
Ending all the baby-talks.
Those pending
Street walks
Needles of the clock
In the night hours
Stored memories in the juke box"
- Pushkin Channan
Alone on the top
Planning to measure
Depth of the sea
And not asking price for it.
I jumped
In the air I surged
downwards....
The time slowed
The blue looked as the white snow
Mixed up red
With those bloodshed
I felt
Self to be a zombie
Tried to fit among the mortals
That dared to bomb me
The surface gets disturbed
Of the calm water
And not making much sound
It did the disaster
The waves took away
The soul that was to stay
An injustice to self
Pain, remembrance, guilt
And I'll take away
All the regrets
Ending all the baby-talks.
Those pending
Street walks
Needles of the clock
In the night hours
Stored memories in the juke box"
- Pushkin Channan
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