F if seen by my mind, grasps Freedom
A word much loved by witty or dum.
Why on earth am I caged then?
Coz of F on my phone dear brethren?
Until I realised how far I'm away,
From the nature that bred me happy and gay.
The F hath had its spell on me.
Pathetic hypnotic is my life gloomy.
Can I F for fly for a while?
Or am I by the F, trapped in its guile?
Do I need to F for fast and Pray?
No clue I have, my fingers have fallen prey.
Key to freedom is my look out now.
Where do we F for find it how?
The F for fire in me vehemently oozes,
The first letter of each stanza of my verses!
©chikuchiks
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