What should I testify, what to say about him
Sometimes he is funny, sometimes he is grim
You will find him mostly lost in his thought
That’s what he owns, that’s what he has got
To know him you have to read him and learn
During which your conscience may also burn
And injuries may be fatal so leave him alone
As whoever touched him have turned to stone
So on him don’t waste your energy and time
As his words make no sense, they only rhyme
He may seem to be sweet, but he is often bitter
Every time it’s not gold, everything that glitter
He shouldn’t be loved, he shouldn’t be hated
For him these emotions were just not created
He neither has any friends here nor any foe
And why is this so, even he couldn’t know
As when I tried to judge him, I got confused
As in a vain attempt all my energy got used
It’s impossible to know his nature or attitude
So finally decided to leave him in his solitude
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1 comment:
"....As his words make no sense, they only rhyme...."
It does make perfect sense only to a poet....
Beautiful....
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