The fumes of pressure
Out from the ears
I found a treasure
In neglected human race
Phantom of my old self,
raced to the end
placed on a shelf
for a ghost to defend?
Smile flirted to the lips;
As your thoughts tip the scales
I relax all of a sudden as reason flips
Humour, Into the arena of every day tales
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Malinikadir
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