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Hey you!
A holy lover knocking at your doorstep
Ready to replace the red oil that fumes with anger
To a colourless one that breed love and peace .
Yet, your rejected his plea,
Shutting down like an abandoned gadget,
Saying the red oil was all you got
And to hell you binded him like the devil.
Yes, you stupid!
You were thirsty and felt you could die,
Shoving selfishness down your throat and greediness as garment
You called the holy man, seeking for water in abundance
You gulp and gulp, with selfishness brimming with gladness
And greediness glistening under sun
Then
.
.
.
You collapsed and
D.. die
Water is poisonous to the heart that feast on red
You just took POISON.
Tenaj Art- the matter of the heART 🌹 💐
Good poem