Poetry Lines Poem by Zubyre Parvez

Baggage from the long haul it's in what we got that we got
What we got and that we get to get what we will get

We followed like a latter day Stuart, the real story at bay,
There is a name that I know and name is my own of my own

The creative spark from chopping woods in the forest
To do away with what got passed there is a fire in life

I know when I have recovered what was more lost than my past
Is to me, the truth is what we call home is why we are here

Chances are for chances I know legacy is what some
Would give an arm and leg for what you write is what you keep.

I write to uncover the poem found in the lines, the original
I won't jump to your tune just cause you want me to

I won't walk your talk just cause you say create the crates
Once again of late, wound up in what we unravel serene

Spoken word slam poet we come out with a bang
So as to drum up and round up my beats stick, taking stock

What makes up, the imagination we make of it what we will
I set about my wanderings watchful you miss everything

It's high time you saw yourself out of your own ivory tower
The words echo through time, the words echo through time.