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Kashyap Kitchlu

Updated: Sun, 4 Dec 2016 12:06 am

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i like writing from the heart. pure emotions.

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To the world, he was another male but only if you could see his eyes, they told another tale he stood up when no one did was being judged and trenched those days buried his soul they drank it like another soup bowl if we could see the fumes bring out the heat he brought out to feed the poor minds who were in need only satiated his greed were the only people who were seen near the graveyard where he was buried deep to the materialistic world, he renounced the words were so sweet the way he pronounced lost his voice through the echo as he murmured his chants in the dimly litted lamps as he prayed his way out of the misery he suffered through his own hands seek peace through his little naps but this time he slept so deep that even life couldn't peep its way in and creep to the poor old and meek he would speak not to the living, but the restless souls wailing through the creeks his interest in the humans were lost to achieve nirvana , his life was the cost he knew the answers to his questions weren't easily met so he searched in depth and got his answers when he finally laid to rest the knowledge was stolen and kept under the crest for all you sane people, it is the best who are influenced by the west in my dreams he hasn't yet come but i want to convey what a changed man i have become rarely i spoke to him, here he is looking over my living tent the laws of the hypocritical society he bent and all the he meant couldn't be achieved before he went all i need is my respect to be sent as the days ahead i will spend in regret, not meeting my grandpa has caused a dent i should have stopped people to steal away his pride his secrets died and to the laws of the dead he did abide and in the bright morning i held my mothers head high as she sadly said ,while i watcher her tears strike in a low tide your grandpa is no more , he left without saying bye

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