Pick straws
Make no room
For emergence of gloom
It is no wisdom
As things take place seldom
Feel contended
And never get offended
As no assistance is rendered
Things turn against and play as not dreamed
I weave a nest
Where require no tests
Just pick straws
And build in rows
It has an importance
If build once
There are no directional doors
But vast space with open floors
So feel good
With whatever you have understood
It is forgotten soon
But makes strong season
(C) @ Hasmukh Mehta
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So feel good With whatever you have understood It is forgotten soon But makes strong season (C) @ Hasmukh Mehta
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Kgotso Da Sensaxion Votyeka Wise words! Unlike · Reply · 1 · Just now