All Are Collars Poem by Peter Maxharya

My Eyes, worst liar

taught me to admire

deceiving, putting me on fire

showed me her looking but not her loving

showed me the riches but not the wealth

showed me the poverty but not the liberty

now i know something

my ears on my
eyes no more

bluer or whiter

doesnt matter

both are collar!

though different colour

i also know it mr.Scholar

Blue looks dirty and sweaty

but its worthy, look its fruity!

I earn a coin and thats a living!

I see your ears on your eyes and thats
idling!


I also know it,

White is bright!

if lacking, , , its not a must have it!

Embrace blue, without a clue

you are past white clouds touching blue sky!