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While your kitchens
Ooze fried chickens
And groceries
Are tall storeys
This Yuletide
I am that child
Compelled to cope
Having no hope
For baked salads
On Christmas day.
While your wardrobes
Are filled with clothes
As you complain
Of colours plain
And type of shoes
To match new gowns
This Yuletide
I am that child
That have nothing
But sad outing.
Love finds a way like water The right recipe matters From a pot to make a dish Meant to sustain and nourish. Why is it…
To your actions, you are the Chief cook and bottle washer Say not, “they said you’re mad” To the throne, if not first hand Unpack…
Even as camera’s roll , I bother not when they troll For wonders last but nine days And soon they become dead clays But amongst…
I wish I could get to the end of the space Lean by its edge; seeing all, right on my face, Not just the stars…
E si!
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Sad but true… so touching poetry!
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While we celebrate let us remember the less privilege
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This is touching…
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Yea… While we celebrate let us remember the less privilege
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