Fathom Me
I know there will be sleeping
enough in the grave
Yet when i fast, i got hungry and
sometimes rave
Knowing fully well that the fast is
not going to last.
I see the cloud becoming thick,
dark and brownish
It rains, i expect the pains to
perish.
I have power, but i don't have
strength
I couldn't stay an hour in the
mansion, I like it here in the tent.
It taste like sweet in my mouth
when i ate the mango
But in my stomach it stood on
one leg like flamingo
The flowers are beautiful as
confirmed by the eyes
But who deserves the most
credit? Is it the flowers, for being
beautiful or the eyes for seeing it
beauty lie.
Before you see my trouble
Try and see my struggle
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