I have learnt
To forget days,
Of my ugly life.
I remember...
The days spent,
In walless village,
Of biting flies...
Still it fresh,
Yes in memories.
Days I walked,
Many miles to learn.
My ugly days,
Yes were ugly.
I earn the pains,
Ordained by fate.
But I have learnt,
Non of the days,
Is ugly to hug...
As non of ladies,
Is ugly on earth.
I have learnt,
That beautiful,
Were ugly days.
As today my days,
Are like each lane,
Of Winter rainbow.
PARAKEET
2ND SEPTEMBER 14.
4.20 PM.
KWARA STATE,
NIGERIA.
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