An Educator of Fortune
I came across a thought
My mind it caught
Of the bygone that I lived
From which I was ripped
For the rest of my life
All I took was a glance
Of a tutor of chance
With whom I wish to hold hands
Over all these lumping lands
For the rest of my life
I ask her why a blue sky
She shoots back why
I can take no more of this emotion
Such of that of a fateful bitter potion
For the rest of my life
I take a glimpse of the monastery
To which I hold the pass of entry
At the bricks that were carved of enlightenment
And at the steady environment
For the rest of my life
Now I sit on her throne
Delighted to be her clone
If this were not the end
For her I would have sent
For the rest of my life
Copyright © Hafala Hajara | Year Posted 2018
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