Talking to myself through poetry
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I have seen all spoons
Some are silver made
And others are not…
I have seen all stoves
They all have same pots;
Some are filled with golds
Others are mere stones…
I have seen their tasks,
Their true potentials
And varying taxes…
I realized,
Life gives us blank cheques
To choose our status
And lifetime wages.
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…
What a life we are in
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