Who is the fool that takes a poisonous cobra
And shelters inside his pocket?
Who is the fool that takes a stinging scorpion
And cuddles in her jacket?
Who is the fool that keeps a stinking dead rat
Among ornaments of his wallet?
It is me ….I shelter anger in my heart
Though it is deadlier than anything
It is me …. I cuddle hatred in my bosom
Though it stings me to ruin my wellbeing
It is me ….I keep past rotten resentments
In my memory to spoil lovely present moments 011010
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realsing once follies is a great realisation. poetically well versed and impressive.