How will the vain
who love the noises of their own voices
gather the patience to listen?
Common sense has gone missing

They wield weapons
blunt and loud like a demagogue's growl
that defiles civil notions
Tools to toy with emotions

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Glaring, with nostrils flaring,
at a divorce of nib and ink
My words, forming furiously -
Sharpen them more, rethink!

My words, they will cut deep -
They will pierce the thickest of skins
And find their way into dark hearts
to remind them what it is to bleed.

In this big world
Of beauties and dreams,
I dreamt my life
To be carefree and in ease,
As a small girl
My dreams always became true,
As teenage the tender age
Hurdles arrived and by age they grew.

Charms of life gave me a call,
Shattering my dreams in pieces they fall,
And aah! Now what a pity of me?
I am here collecting each of my dream.

I try to join them and once again,
I want to believe, but, in vain,
That life is a carefree thing,
And the world a beautiful place
In which you can still dream.

Sparkle In Wisdom
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