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Your Theories Are My Spoiling Salt

In the vast ocean of life you laugh
at me completely forgetting the
cycle of a wave at my low ebb
you frown and put forth theories
after theories explaining the causes
of my down fall, they are spoiling
salt on my pleasure memories which
I had once because of that of my high
position but forget not under my barren
dry desert there is sufficient sap to succumb
your wrath and abundance sand to jam and blind
your victory tank: this is just a null in my life
before the storm to make an upheaval strong
enough to hold you down to make it sound
to propagate in high and low wave: this time
the sun too has promised me that he will rise
in my kingdom so I see your one button system
will not sustain for long

poem by Abdul Wahab
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