What's meant to be, i cannot see,
disagreements and discussions with me,
will I ever of this bondage be free,
Is it all worth the received fee.
I think sometimes should I flee,
or heed to the words , of he ,
he who heads this big marquee ,
pondering on what's next to be.
Dawns realization and enlightens me,
earned he has , this responsibility ,
accept I must , this with glee ,
Lets take of with a new tee.
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Author:
rahulwairagar (
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Normally I like rhyme but this is tedious to read.Nothing is explained.
your words remind me of Sylvia Plath's, legacy of defiance
from her poem, 'Ennui':
'tea eaves thwart those who court catastrophe'
thanks for sharing, keep on believing
(I like the conviction in your poetic voice
ignore the noise
those who need to be spoon fed explanations
only read, to devalue others
so as
'to fatten their pathetic egos')
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