Some parts of life, still fragile n tender
No matter how much I care
The path is getting slender.
Point of life was to live to a full
And letting others to live; but
I am playing trumpet for some cows’ n bulls.
Say modesty a joke, mere weakness
Money is thy standard, show offing a rule
And vanity with pride is only uniqueness.
I wish some sense of gold, shining ever so bright
Its sparkle I want, in some silvers & white
Give all these conceited blinds some light.
(Samima)
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