HARK, MY SON
One day when u find a girl my son
Hold her hands, sit cross her
Look her straight into the eyes ,
Decipher her flaws
Till they overflow
Either...
The Plight of Truth
No one wants to listen,
The truth
People lend ears to ventures, of their interest
However, unrealistic, diplomatic and non plausible
It might be
Mankind runs ,
Runs away from...
The Outcast
These diasporic outcasted breed , exiled by the Babylonians and Constantine on repeat ,
Obtrude their injunctions
As if the universe has been left in mere...