Tuesday 30 December 2014

Longing too dies



I no longer long for
What has gone stale
Or what I have got tiered of.
I no longer long for
Who has hurt me
Or who has switched over.
Longing dying, suffering ceases.
As old, we least long for the world.

25.12.2010

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