Talking to myself through poetry
Home » Poetical Subjects » Life’s cruel knife
Strength of the bird is in the sky
Most road do not have warning signs
As the raindrops fall from the sky
So does it evaporates too
No man has been completely through
Capacity of wise and fools
One thing I have learnt about life
Is that, it has all manners of knives
It uses to cut all classes of life
To an equilibrium, of birth and death
Even in terms of dues and rents
Everyone has to pay for breath.
Soon you will be off an infant cloth And may encounter storms, dust and rust Some achievements may seem a mirage Unachievable until success emerge…
Let the pages fly and spread their wings Let my spilled inks make millions to think It is plain and simple, hope it sinks “All…
Simple or made into an Elf What is music to a born deaf? Same question goes without tongues Pot or Chef, who spoilt the stock?…
It is no news that the pigs are fat As a result of the embezzlements Taking politics as a personal farm Eating from the labors…
