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I love to feel your kicking limbs
There goes my hands, to hold and climb
I will like to know what you think
I love you dearly, let it sink..
I bet your world is full of thrills
Worry not of the future bills,
I do not mind looking unkempt
Just to make sure, you are alright.
How can afflictionRepel tribulationIn a mutilated Nation?Have you felt it real,Lifetime climbing a hillYet treading on a treadmill ?We live in terrainsDiversity could gainBut we…
An empty spoonAnd plates forleseThe hard cheese do,Sequential breed...Working the roomPigs lie and kneel...With a long broomFor onion's peel...The more they lookThe less they see,Flat…
Cracking walls and wobbling beamsWithout love and without dreamsI may agree; "no place like home",But I just can't feel at home...Nothing pleasant at this pointAll…
A single mouth is hard to findAmongst a people of tribalistic minds...The slightest wind is never wedgedWe rather our townsmen unqualifiedThan an outsider most qualified;Religion…
e-Paper Poetry of Vinx 
The last line in d last stanza…
Thoughtfully said..
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