On the streets I was hanging.
I tried to picture one thing,
Thing of my future ambition.
In my world there was no tension.
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Dear Lord, please forgive me, Though they stole the sins of me. There is no heaven to them not me. I'm a vagabond but a fixture not slimy..../// excellent introspective poem penned; but there is no sad in the introspective light; delightful munificence there works as the eternal happiness if the self knows the self truely!
Extricating yourself from oppression, dominance and living your own life and taking full charge of your destiny. Beautiful poem...10
I'm a vagabond but a fixture not slimy. I'm full of tantrums, clemency lacks in me. Contemplation, paradise them, me. I believe in myself.. very good poem. tony
A heartrending narrative piece of poetry written with clarity of thought and mind. Powerfully and movingly penned from the heart. Thanks for sharing, Abubakar.