My life as a mudskipper
Poems from little black book
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
Hint
We all are gifted,
lifted from mud.
All we have visions
about wrong and right.
Someday you might understand -
You can choose your future
and forget your past.
Only this moment
will forever last.
Just thinking...
Moment of lust,
minute of hate.
It's time to decide.
Who do you trust?
Who do you wait?
All the wise men came too late.
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