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Poetry

From The Corner Of The Earth.

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From the corner of the earth,

My friend,

Sir Lark,

Called me out.

Said-“My friend, I am here.

It’s all well and good.”

I replied-“How are you my old friend?

Did you have doughnuts for breakfast this morning?”

He simply chuckled and said-“Are you kidding me?

I am the doughnut man. Anytime.Everytime.”

I asked him to send some cinnamon doughnuts over to us.

He said-“Already done. I have opened a new shop near my home.Are you all coming?

 Or shall I come?”

I replied-“I don’t know the way. Come and pick us up.”

He said-“I will.”

Adios!

Poetry

A Silver Wrapper.

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A silver wrapper,

Is a precious gift.

From a small chocolate,

Which it had wrapped.

Unbelievably small,

Yet Ma made a beautiful butterfly out of it.

It had wings.

I was in wonder.

I tried to make one,

The final product was a gross work.

To make it finely I needed to hone my talent.

But Ma’s butterfly was wonderful.

I wished that it’s wings would flap,

And it would go around the room.

I have kept it with me.

In my dreams that following night,

I saw that God had given it life,

And it was going all over the fairy world.

Adios!

Poetry

In Stress.

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In stress,

Listen to good songs,

Dance to hip-hop beats,

Forget your worry,

And have good food,

Read a nice book,

And then go to sleep.

In stress,

Call out to Lord Jesus,

And do ask for his help

In a jiffy his help would come and you wouldn’t know it.

It sometimes seems it isn’t,

But it is.

In stress,

Kick out stress,

Try to forget you worries, tension,

And relax yourself,

Till the time your stress gets over.

A new morning always brings fresh perspectives.

Chuck out stress and be happy.

Adios!

Poetry

Lust.

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Lust Oh! Lust,

Why so much fuss?

You are good for nothing,

Remember you are worse than dust.

You come,

You play,

You forget all about,

But it is your end to be chucked in the dustbin,

As the world spins,

You will not survive,

The blow of the mighty,

 From the father of All,

Who is my Lord,

The truest and the mightiest,

He will win,

And when he does,

There will be an end to you,

Oh! My dear lust.

Adios!