With coarse grain of envy and theft
Spotted across its surface
To let you fall
If evil thinkers scratch your heart
With sand paper of bad deeds
Just hold on…
Hold on to hope
Stick to the truth
to a good shape
Sand paper will polish you right
But crumpled and sagged
the sand paper will soon wear out
Beautiful write, Fasika...truthful words...the sand paper symbol has been cleverly employed there...pleasing poem...10
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Wisdom peeps through your poem. Pricks of life are sand papers that rub off its dirt and dust. CP