Thousand cares

I don’t want the life of thousand cares,

of thousand praises among billion stars,

I don’t clamour for the show of hearts,

when thousand sighs cast by one look,

of the greatest moll who cleans her,

room as if a pilgrimage to heaven’s gates,

Only she refused the apple of thought,

then my son clacked the laptop in my lap,

Where are those thousand cares I promised?

when only passion is the root of the cause,

We must not cater to basic pride of loveliness,

as the sought matinee in God’s auditorium,

I am one care stricken malice less I must banish,

into oblivion and thoughtlessness.


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