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Nov 30, 2015
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Of Birth
A one-man army,
Foes being two hundred millions,
I won in an hour;
With no shield, no sword, no guns,
I built a realm in ten months.
A one-man kingdom,
All the gates and doors being locked,
I ate, drank and danced;
With no friend, no foe, no kin,
I slumbered all day and night.
A Life in a cell,
Seven heavens being in there,
I drooled for more lands;
With no mission, no vision,
I dreamed to build an empire.
A life in riches,
Only darkness being in there,
I wished to see light;
And I have been a beggar,
Ever since I saw the light.
About This Poem
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Comments
Sparrow
9 years 10 months ago
AZ
A twist on a being that grows with changing form through all the pre-birth ages of man.
I liked this and am glad that you are posting more, I thought that with our comments on your solitude poem you had gone quiet.
Please feedback as to our comments then we will know how and what drives your work.
This is a place to learn if needed so interaction is the in thing,
Take care I look forward to reading more of your writes, Yours Ian.T