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Kundai N Dec 2024
Simple words are spoken, wise or foolish too,
Laughter or scorn, the listener's point of view.

Wisdom from simple lips, a paradox to share,
Dismissed by the wise, with no one to care.

Experts watch with critical eyes,
Foolishness implied, in simple surprise.

Let us beware, of biases we hold,
And wisdom's sources, where'er they unfold.
Kundai N Nov 2024
Lovely sweetheart,
Why in the midst of a clash of smarts
Do you want me to answer your questions
Yet you question my answers?
Kundai N Nov 2024
We are seedlings,
Needing a little nudge to the earth
Where precipitation is rife
For newfound birth.
Not choking in a bag, deprived of life
Whilst the storm can shine our worth.
The poem is a metaphorical exploration of growth and resilience. Seedlings, symbolizing potential, need nourishment and challenges to thrive. The storm, representing adversity, can spark transformation and strength, allowing the seedlings to flourish and reach their full potential.
Kundai N Nov 2024
We've cut the tree for warmth in winter's chill,
Only to lose its shade when summer's heat is still.
Cut only a branch, and let new life begin,
And you'll have fire and shade to cherish within.
Kundai N Nov 2024
Life--
Sometimes it gets too much,
And that's too much for me.
Sometimes it's not enough,
And that's not enough for me.--
The poem is all about the in-betweens in life, the unspoken pressure that leads to failure or success.
It's saying that the pressure, situation or what ever circumstances on efaces can be too much of not satisfying, whichever it may be it's something that trumps the mood.
Kundai N Nov 2024
The earth revolves around the sun
The moon revolves around the earth
Your life revolves around the night moon
And my love revolves around you
Kundai N Nov 2024
Yesterday I wondered about a math textbook
From a former grade
And yawned disappointedly,
Prancing in a bubble of wonder,
"which idiot could've gotten these answers wrong?"

     A smile befell my face
     adoring my superiority
     And cracked a laugh or two
     Scoffing the sheer ignorance.

Silence shortly pondered upon my mind
I slapped my cheeks and banged on the table.
I resented every smile in detestable realisation,  
The book was mine.
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