In a troupe
an artists goes around
the skill of managing his skills
balancing about
Life, like a tightrope
holds you about
move a wheel on thin life about
managing the words of supervisor
hearing few honey tipped praises
don’t inflate about
Many a packets of bitter pricks
bursts you about
just fly with fluffy cloud around
harmful words
make you penniless
when you decide to retort about
do your counting
Your favourite nursery rhymes
and forget the insults that people tag behind
balancing; indispensable art
sooner learnt
artist rises on skyscraper…
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spilleronsheet (
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To bite one's tongue or not? A waiting game maybe the wisest play. A balance of one's own temperament with the sweet art of revenge (best served cold) at the most opportune moment.
Alternatively, test the safety net in real time lol.
A wonderful advice dear Dusk…just adored those words of managing temperament with sweet art of revenge….will try if I can….
'managing the words of supervisor '
(you understand well, dear Poet
'above it all'
we must traverse, one
shaky step, at a time
on our tightrope of fate
accounting for the worst
hoping for the best
knowing
so many, before us have passed
such a test and lived to paint
ink, their victory's into memorable
motivational, songs
or comforting
nursery, rhymes...!)
a great read
thanks for sharing, dear Poet
stay Strong!
Thanks a lot dear Mek…as rightly pointed by you accounting for worst and hoping for best…so many lived prior to us…showing that where there is a will, there is surely a way….
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