Talking to myself through poetry
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Challenges comes
Challenges goes
And life keeps going
On and on again…
No one wins the race, but
The misconceptions
Of man’s intuitions
Created competitions.
Life is a cycle,
Short as a bread
Breath is a ride
Around the cycle
While paddling
Enjoy the ride
Because you would not
Go around it twice.
Soon you will be off an infant cloth And may encounter storms, dirt 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…
