'Have you seen his poems?
They are quite class'

no malice no contingency
just an honest opinion

for a 'class' poet
like me.

At this point in my life,
I realised that I often make the same mistakes,
It’s like I’m running in circle,
bound by an iron chain of mistakes.

I've tried, yet problems persist;
No tears or anger in my fist,
I can do it, no matter the start,
even with a broken heart.

I find myself treading through quicksand,
sinking deeper with every step.
But I’m not afraid to keep walking,
All I’m reaching is the vast sea of success.

No more lullaby,

the night hums a quiet tune—

age steals its sweet song.