We human beings
Spend more a thousand on drinks
Winners or losers
Run into strange capers
With life's rumour
Like rum
Get's us drunk
The coin
Crest and cocoa,drum
Should justify
Our fruit--sweet or bitter bile
We trend on arbitrary emotion
But contradictions
The very innate stuffs
On our ways
Sometimes we go astray
If considered germane
It sparks off fires of invention
There's more time to rest
When dead
We live life forward
But understand backward
Striving,enjoying
Alas! All must tumble down
To nowhere--but the ground
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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