Poetry

An old man and the innocent child…

    A cantankerous old man, A wrinkled face, Infinite desires, Small but Impecunious family, An entire lifetime, Desecrated soul shouting, Trying to ameliorate the living, That innocent child is dead, For many years now, Which laughed uncontrollably, The consistent carping snatched his breath, Now, the lethargic body, And the inefficient mind, Are waiting together,

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Zero…

    A gift box, Shining and glowing, Rimmed with colored dust, Made with finesse, Is sitting  on the table, Projecting its surreal beauty, The variegated stripes on its cover,  tried to add value, To the gift sitting inside the box, The magnificent  box increased the curiosity, What might be inside? With fervor, it was

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