K4me Enahreb Poems

The liar
With great desire
To have a hair
That resembles mine
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She said, “talk to the hand! ”
I prefer that than see her sad
But even as I talk to her hand
She looks at me and doesn’t seem glad
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Born crying
Die smiling
For it is a change
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People think I am full of pride
Not knowing what I am inside
Hate to look at people and stare
Truthfully let me tell
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In order not to be sued
Tried to be polite and not rude
Not to be imprisoned of crime
I never lied nor stolen a dime
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Am I bizarre?
Who couldn’t go that far?
Who prefers salt to sugar?
Who drops Rupee and picks Dollar
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Reading your diary
Made my life scary
I always thought you lived happily
Without knowing what’s misery
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Quit it
Cease it
Stop it
I want live my life
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Feeling rage
Want a change
Came here and went there
Wasted my time and energy
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Stop…please stop
Talking about me
I’ve got a head ache can’t you see
And stop…stop again
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