POEM: SHARE MY SEEDS!
It has been a while in the jungle of literary fight Yeah, all seems very tight. To write, I feel a lot of pain But, it's a pleasure many gain. Days and nights, sleepless over how one succeeds For success, I always plant seeds. At times, My dreams are not pleasing Who cares? Am I meant to satisfying. If one always think of satisfying human being One will surely blame his being. I salute the God of knowledge; for letting it shower in our world Hmm... How will it be with the existence of only witlessness in this world. Things would have gotten bad to worst, Without knowledge, all seems in Horst. For my seeds' growth;they say I have to race But why? Do I need their suggestions to pace? Some are amazed for the respects I exercise While some feel themselves;don't forget my seeds are in enterprise! The door of my heart is clearly open It needs an angel to get it sharpen. I need a lass who never fears of losing The one designed for my purposing. ...