#RIPRohitSardana Dear God, your humans are worse than Satan, Satan did no wrong to us, while, these humans 'kill us for their sport.' they've turned our paradise into Hell. Hell with your Supreme Creature Dear 'D O G'. ©Alien's Cry #MoribundEarth

#MoribundEarth #RIPRohitSardana

#RIPRohitSardana Dear God,

your humans are worse
than Satan,

Satan did no wrong to us,
while,
these humans

'kill us
for
their
sport.'

they've turned our
paradise
into
Hell.

Hell with your Supreme Creature

Dear

'D
O
G'.

©Alien's Cry #MoribundEarth

A NEW DAWN

O fleecy Carrier!! (In Caption) O fleecy Carrier of heavenly pearls, Can you bring me, the words from my beloved? The song of longing Sung by my fair maiden. Whose azure ey

O fleecy Carrier of heavenly pearls, Can you bring me, the words from my beloved? The song of longing Sung by my fair maiden. Whose azure ey #Pain #yqbaba #longdistancerelationship #yqdidi #lonliness #restzone

O fleecy Carrier!!
(In Caption) O fleecy Carrier of heavenly pearls,
Can you bring me, the words from my beloved?
The song of longing
Sung by my fair maiden.
Whose azure ey

Rabiya Nizam

O fleecy Carrier!! (In Caption) O fleecy Carrier of heavenly pearls, Can you bring me, the words from my beloved? The song of longing Sung by my fair maiden. Whose azure ey

Hemalatha G

Open Mic ... //Seasons and you, Seasons and me// When I'll come with chrysanthemums On late summer dusk, To disgorge the memories we baked During t

... //Seasons and you, Seasons and me// When I'll come with chrysanthemums On late summer dusk, To disgorge the memories we baked During t #yourquote #yqbaba #seasons #yqpoetry #yqpoem #poeticwhizkid

Open Mic ...

//Seasons and you, Seasons and me//

When I'll come with chrysanthemums
On late summer dusk,
To disgorge the memories we baked
During t

Hemalatha G

//Still staring I obscure myself, After stealing a glimpse. (Caption) //Still staring The souvenirs of autumn nights, gluing the eyelids tightly, takes me back to the well-known epoch, that I ran away from. Cr

//Still staring The souvenirs of autumn nights, gluing the eyelids tightly, takes me back to the well-known epoch, that I ran away from. Cr #lost #yqbaba #crush #longing #hl_gzzz #stare #yqblog

//Still staring

I obscure myself,
After stealing a glimpse.

(Caption) //Still staring

The souvenirs of autumn nights, gluing the eyelids tightly, takes me back to the well-known epoch, that I ran away from. Cr

Hemalatha G

//Lost, but not There's a hole that's measureless, Inside my vague mind, Being dug by the leaden tests, Of this kooky life, Where the old version of myself slipped. (Caption) //Lost, but not Fear of getting lost in woods would haunt me, Escorting with my broken toys; The hue of the welkin keeps changing, After ga

//Lost, but not Fear of getting lost in woods would haunt me, Escorting with my broken toys; The hue of the welkin keeps changing, After ga #yqbaba #tough #yqpoetry #Holes #lostbutnot

//Lost, but not

There's a hole that's measureless,
Inside my vague mind,
Being dug by the leaden tests,
Of this kooky life,
Where the old version of myself slipped.

(Caption) //Lost, but not

Fear of getting lost in woods would haunt me,
Escorting with my broken toys;
The hue of the welkin keeps changing,
After ga

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