Part 1
He shoved that knife in my womb
And sat to ask
" what will make me happy ? "
He glared at our sorrows
That will come wearing tiny bows
Part 2
What makes me happy ? I smiled.
" Depends on its chances of living
Knife is either out to bleed
Or kept inside for surviving"
Part 3
" I'm saving it from the evil
That too divine i know
But if it sprout to the dandelions
It too be gone forever ill "
Part 4
" humanity against humanity
what will make it insane .
It's too sacred for the world
Where sugar taste bitterly sane "
- fuye
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PoetryWelcome, Poetry is not everyone's cup of tea. But if uou prefer it. Congratulations! Hi, I'm fuye. This book will have all my poems. I hope you'll like it. Ask for explanation if you don't understand the meaning , in comments
