Think 10 times before you speak
Filter your words by what you seek
There are plenty of book on why to think,
Think, rationalize, analyse what you see, hear and touch,
But nobody taugh to what extent, no one told you how much.
My parents boast, "She is very clever and thoughty"
I'd lie if I said it's not nice and flattering.
Besides, it is also handy
Makes me quite a philosopher, a perfectionist,
fills me with knowledge but wait
You know every story has a twist.
It is like a Banyan tree rooted in my grooves,
Too deep to discard, too deep to remove.
It's a blessing or a curse in disguise, I do not know
Unhappy with face, body or hair but for me
This is my tragic flaw.
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The blue shirt
Then as the spring to summer converts, The markets flooded with brand new shirts. A purple one attracted my eye, And to buy that one, I told all sorts of lies. It was quite pretty, what the mannequin bear But too ugly it looked, when I did a wear. Then I realized I could not wear the purple either But there was a shade which I still could wear It was the earthy blue…………… Then the trees became naked, The season began to fade. Soon summer became belated, And came the season of drier shades. The purple, yellow and the orange had made me depressed Of the wrong choices I made, And to provide myself a little comfort I decided to buy a new shirt. I bought some shirts of mundane shades, Shades of ash and the lonely grey. Perhaps I wouldn’t wear it, I had a doubt It was too common -to stand out in a crowd! Then I realized I could not wear The sad little shades of ash and grey.
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
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