March 23, 2013
My eyes
could hardly miss seeing stars at midday,
In the
ghettoes lived by desperate souls
The ghettoes
depicted in life
Yet souls
still flourish
Never mind
we are in
In the lonely
ghettoes, life could still blossom in the bud
With flowers
of love and hope, a festival valentine
Though shall
few love the exact mindboggling
All are bound
by the stage of events in the premise
The desperate
environment of now
And I shall
leave the rest to self-corrective nature
Is when lonely
in the ghettoes of………..
Stars dim
in broad daylight,
Flowers
begin to wither
Dying of
desperation,
Gardeners
lament too
And again
in the lonely ghettoes of a jaunt
Quite impressive
that few could dare
To evaluate
the sex of………
Its offspring
to come,
Faring
well with suffering,
I shall
labor like a slave,
And eats
like a king
In the
lonely ghettoes of life,
The lice,
the shirt, and shorts,
In the
hair on my head….
All are
friends of the time,
I shall
part-time with them
When soap,
razorblade,
Are all
invented,
No longer
in squalid,
Peace came
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