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The funniest
mystery
the oldest of all
creation
the one at his
call all trembles
the decider of all
that exist
the one who
rule out kings,
queens,princes
and princesses
and set another
at his delight
who can
question him?
who can bribe
him?
who can seek
his face for
favour?
The one who
give pain and
pleasure is
forgotten.
It has not regard
for small nor
great,rich nor
poor.
Final is its
decision.
It passes as a
tale thats told
yet it be the
strongest of all
realities,precious
is it time.
Life the funniest
mystery
the oldest of all
creation.
Thy beauty no one deny
at the passing of thy movement
kings pauses to behold thy beauty
at the gaze of thy sight is a spell thereof
Esther thy name
beauty thy game
had i a choice but to go with thee
to there where built thy castle
should u need a home?!
Here is my heart its best for you
in me you've found a place in my heart.
My heart you home
come dwell with me O' beauty queen.
We tend to see what others dont
we tend to hear what others dont
we tend to know what others dont
...........who are we?
We tend to think when others dont
we tend to reason when others dont
we tend to observe when others dont
............who are we?
We are awake when others are asleep
we are lonely even in the multitudes of companion
we whisper when others scream
we scream when others whisper
............who are we?
We cry when others laugh
we laugh when others cry
our madness,our folly is mystery to all
...........who are we?
Anything can teach us
little action we can define
gentle and soft in feelings
we value love
we value feelings
we value trust
............who are we?
We are deep thinkers!
We are writers!
We are poets
in the arms of philosophical gatherings!!!.
O! Yesterday you are gone forever
to be seen no more
your seconds,your minutes,your hours,
they are all but buried in the sleep of the night.
Things left behind in the arms of procastination
becomes the doings of today
greased with sweating in pains
for the pleasures known yesterday
o! Yesterday you were onces todays activities
at your fertile soil seeds were planted
watering by today
fot to the hope of tomorrows harvest
uncertainty!!!
Uncertainty!!!
They are all uncertainties
for we know not which seeds were planted
yesterday is gone!!!
yesterday is dead!!!
But its depositions are very much alive
to bring to our harvest that which was sown.

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