Sunday, July 12, 2015
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Amidst the wearying deserts of frustration
May lie the sporadic oasis of joy,
Life is a mix up of things
My friend, isn’t not a strange alloy?
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Abdulrazak Aralimatti
13 July 2015
Great write. The last stanza describes the mystery of life where man and his life are tested.
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8/1/2025 10:24:07 PM # 1.0.0
Yes. Life is like that. Today's enemy may be tomorrow's friend. Strange bedfellows they are called. All liked and disliked things in life have a purpose in the great scheme of the Almighty. One who understands this, like you in this poem, is said to be really wise. Good poem with a good message. Thanks.