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Sitting on a burning pyre,
A fire within the mind;
What hurts more is hard to say,
Where it hurts is hard to find.

My own ashes piling high,
My own dreams burning nigh,
Alone in my moments of pain,
Lost in ruins, losses are my only gain.

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    • V N on July 21, 2006 at 5:45 PM

    Well…
    errr..If I may ask..
    What happened??

    • Guru on July 23, 2006 at 12:24 AM

    beautiful poem..though i dont know what made u write that!! well said

    • Kishan on July 25, 2006 at 3:08 AM

    sakkath poem, but the same question…what happened?

    • samanvitha on July 29, 2006 at 9:10 PM

    reasons are immaterial..I can feel the pain these lines..

    • jayashree on July 31, 2006 at 10:47 AM

    All that is lost always brings a new dream,alwa? You’ll find one 🙂

    • Jayanthi on September 29, 2007 at 9:22 AM

    hey nice one yaar…
    when the pain recedes..
    new hope regains…;)

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