1 UNFLAPPABLE

The sky was never purely azure,

Rather the beams being there,

There was nothing in this world to cure,

Not even a single soul to hear.

I'd lie to myself every night,

That I was fine,

Because I had a fright,

And that was nothing as sweet as a chime.

I often think what would it be like,

If everyone was kind enough,

Rather being a spike,

But no one is, as it is too tough.

Sun is so beautiful,

It's presence longed for,

It's a giant ball of glinter,

Without it, the day is as if null,

Rich aviates more,

They don't have any individual chore,

Poor deviates more,

Their feet at night are sore.

No one can hear the pain,

For every one just smear,

What will be of gain,

When all one does is being a hauteur.

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