DEAD!!!
2000hours 18-08-1929
Together we stood, Hands locked up
We were ready for all, Together I thought.
This is desert ,You probably realized
Yanked off your hands, And ran so far
You got to your new destination
Rubbed in my face, your luxury
It rained, It ‘sunned’
I stood in it, all alone and drew strength
I created a home for me
Passersby, visitors
I could smile to them all
Rain, Sun
I...
Saturday 7th July 2018 1:31 am
THE REAL YOU
Look at you
Loving for the world
To be applauded and hailed
For gratitude, praise
Look at you
Intimidating so wrong
Ignoring the soil fertility
And planting the good seeds
Only where people can see
Look at you
Moving in the van of ‘I did this for her’
Crossing the road of ‘I was there for him’
Lounging in the valley of ‘people should know’
Look at you
Feeding the hungry
Clothi...
Sunday 24th June 2018 9:23 am
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