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I Forget


I am happy
happier than I look
you see,
I am sad
Sadder than I look

I forgive more than I do
I forget
more than I remember,
you remember.

I forgive god for their cruelty
I forgive devils for their kindness
I even forgive politicians of my country.

I forget
the color of my skin,
your skin,
my blood,
your blood,
my flag,
your flag,
my sky,
your sky.
I forget the size of the universe
shape of the earth,
I forget
wars,
I forget bodies,
I forget bloods,
I forget more than I remember

I love
more than I do
you feel.

I revolt
I raise
I rise
I rage
more, more than I do
more than you see,
they feel.

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