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Poetry further.

So why do we run after glitter
Or Bright flashin lights

Doesn gold seem but fitter
To seek concrete delight

I mean it does come from stones
N diamonds from black mines

But does it matter what makes the tone,
When the music is divine?

All that glitters is not gold,
N often all that is gold does not glitter,

Yet we seek the rainbow in the sky
Which is essentially just a lie
An illusion, a trick of the eye

N we forget to look at the dirty swamps on the ground
Where you may find lotus growin sound.

Even the diamond n the gold in your ear,
The ones you flaunt to your peers
N talk bout the glam shops they came from,
Even they have once adorned,

A carbon mine, been an equal to the black coal,
Cuz in its soul,
Even Diamond is simply complex coal.

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Stuti said…
You are going berserk with those poems, arent you?

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