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As I made an adventure through my life From "petit me" to "giant me" I strived hard to please the 'all knowing ' The more I do,the more I back out
But why!
Why this bizarre attitude of me I can't explain this Will i continue this seasonal devotion ! Why giving a cold showder to the hand that feeds me !
Whispers.
Who can combat with him and win! Can he be surmounted or subjugated ! The blast of his nostrils,the sea panicked Can you fix a point for him!
But my mind cries out
Oh my 'salad days ' has been blemished Stinks like rotten eggs It can never be viewed even at a distance No remedy can heal my malady Can my youth be deleted from my story of life !
Whispers
Don't say so ;he shouted into my real ears And my graced eyes opened Why placed a cuff on your hands before prosecuted Am I not the chief judge! Take heart ; and believe You're free and free indeed.

tnx yomi.......am a fresher here

ASHAME TO CRY
Am too ashame to cry
Seeing this gravid soul die
Her cold hands hugged me with dispair
Voices told me,there is always a panacea
My tears evaporated by the humble sun

Will my hardwork be forever feeble!
Wait a while,i know i'll be able
But my bitter friends are factious
Hurdles are always waiting patiently
Enliven only by my lullaby

Pursue excellence and success will stay
Folded hands and poverty will pay
Greatmen aren't born great
Meremen aren't born mere
Choices are free

Am too ashame to cry
Only my lullaby,the world must say Hiii
To the real me
To the real you
coz i know....Is in us.

A cupboard filled with lots
Cups,bowels,spoons and forks
A beautiful damsel cherished it
Oak nicely made cupboard
Her favorite earthen pot sleeps at the bottom

If a spoon walks out,it runs in
She seldom open the glass door of her shelf
Nicely arranged like a crystal of atoms
She smiles as she always see them in
And always locks her door with a mountain of stones

A fairytale,she tells her utensils
Constanty playing around with an open tunes
Lend me a dish'a voice through the window
As early as the sun rays flashes through the balcony
And moves slowly into the sitting room

She moves majestically down the pathway
Opened gently her cupboard
With a fixed mind construct for their future
In a flitting stay it rushes back and layed back in the dark oak cupboard
Hmm..my soul is at solace
I can now sleep with my eyes closed
She smiles and laughs frantically.