For Some and Few.

The glare of this ruthless life is making me blind,
I wish to have a button to be pulled rewind.
It's exactly not what it is exposed to the real world,
Not the glittering precious looking thing is emerald.
It occurred to me, might not occur to you,
This is unsung poetry only for some and few.



- silent poet




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