My first participate in the poem challenge by my friend
"A Goose Egg"
Morning, days, nights are gone
Chains of rules and liwt of responsibilities long
You wakw up fresh, no doubt for now,
But all day long you make your run
Beyond the bars of society and respect
Above the limits of moralities and values
Snuffs of gossips, you walk past,
Thunders of criticism you bag along
Dossonant melodies catch upon your speech
Beardie looks and burning eyes,
Beam you off with what?
A Goose- eggs!
All day long, you risk your time,
For nothing much than the stales
Reserved all to yourself, dyed by the dirts,
You yearn upon the odds of living
Family, friends never to care
Light of love, cure of care, none to dream
Scrap-heap is the workplace of your business
A business of bush-league, the way of life
Tempted by the earning of much little
Whole of which you waste to dine
Jeweled hands and learned minds beam you off with what?
A Goose- egg!
Infinite of us to sympathize,
A handful to actually care,
To cautiously ponder upon the reasons behind,
The disgust you've grown over the mights,
The silver-lining that you've missed over the clouds.
Those a few who stand tall among the shorter us
Are the ones who always have something more to give.
More than just a Goose-egg!
