Have you ever dreamed,
To be in such a fairytale?
Where every doll lives-
And every problem
Has no time to sail?
Have you ever tasted,
The flavor of luxury?
With the aftertaste of Fendi bags
And Bragais shoes,
Can it set you free?
How about a small peaceful home,
No space left enough for hurdles to foster,
To put it differently,
No room available for a person to roam,
No someone to ever listen,
Or someone to ever known.
Life alone,
Is already a luxury,
But, to live and to be given life,
Is a drunken misery.
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Phases Of The Heart: A Poem Collection
PoetryA few of the poems that I have written during the hard stages of my life.
