Category: thoughts

Beautiful she  looks

Like a picture in a book

All are hooked.

A teacher shouts hoarse

Her voice is so coarse

Cracks at the high pitch

Lòoks as though it needs a stitch

The poor one has to earn

So never takes rest in turn

Yells with all her might

She would lose her voice straight.

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It is heaven

None have seen it even

It is heaven.

Hush is silence

Being  a subdued  existence

A suppressed  vigilance.

I go with a jump

being plump

I fall on  a lump

I feel glum

I rise up  like a plum

look rather  dumb

have to go ahead  anyhow

plum or dumb be it so

I have to get going though slow.

It is life

Only once do you live

go with a kill

It is a kill

do it with a thrill

a reward in itself.

Into the stream  I go

toss I up and  down

Stay up for a few minutes

Sink down for a few seconds

Struggle under with dificulty

rise up with anxiety

the way I sustain

With the stream being my life

The sail becomes my strife.

I am journeying through

decades six in true

never without  a struggle

never did I buckle

feel the hurt  more

learnt to cross the floor

tumbles too many on the way

fell down and got up in ways

yet I could see no bed of comfort

I have to carry  on facing the toughest

I do brood a lot a cognitive mind I posess

want to get rid of it as it oppresses.