I don't want to be anymore so moody
Though I knew why I'm always moody
Sometimes I don't want to see anybody
May be I lack who truly cares somebody
May be I lack a soul I love; I cherish a body
May be my soul is so empty and so rowdy
Like a basket into which water is poured,
The basket is still empty while the pouring is noisy.
I don't want to listen to its sour melody
Not want dance to its tasteless rhapsody
I grinned my teeth as some think I'm chubby
For how long will I stay alone in my lobby?
Life is being unfair to me… is this his hobby?
Like calling a piece of a broom plumpy. 🙄
This is really unfair as things are sloppy
This is really unfair as a mind is now slumpy
Life is being unfair to me…
Ismaheel Gift
June 24th, 2020
10:17pm
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