In the deep wide hazel eyes of hers,
She had an ocean of matters,
Yet she'd smile through her times,
For, she knew she ain't a bell that chimes,
They pelt stones at her; she's different,
They can't take it, being intolerant,
Why should they impose beliefs,
Believing is living through griefs.
You can say she's selfish, all you want,
Stop to think, how you pray and flaunt,
You pray for self grades, ask for more joy,
All for yourself, Who's selfish eh?
Yes she's a girl, Why on earth does that,
Take away her imagination? You gnat!
Think and live the life for yourself,
Her life is not on your shelf.
No, she isn't spiritual, and love she hates,
Now a pearl of power is what she wastes,
But, times change, she's your next sign,
Admire her triumph; you'll never reign.
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Void Of Morsels- Poetry
ŞiirEvery attempt I made at poetry has been collected inside this book. All good, and bad. Inside, are those poems directly related to my life and otherwise. Thank you, most valuable reader, for taking your time here.
