Yet I Get Up For Morrow Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE
Yet I Get Up For Morrow
Thirty years have passed
I fall in deep behind the wall!
Knocked by the hand of learning for a decade
But the time is dotted as broken glass' taint
Crossed mutely as sticky boogie of caravan of gypsy
Passed away minutely often in naughty or bonny
Reached in the squalid camp my certificate validity
Vainly failed to open the shutter of the chance glory
Tainted educated I'm, bonded in trumpery quota vacancy
Disqualified in test for absent step under the table of glossy
Yet I get up gently
To crack the wall
For morrow abruptly
-11/03/18
Behind the wall! ! ! Waiting for an opportunity! In life. Hope is the key. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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5/15/2024 7:49:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An interesting write on the strife of your life....how we cross all the obstacles and hurdles only means a lot for a successful life...inspiring...5 stars