I was independent,
I could eat anything,
I could drink anything.
Now I am a slave of bitterness
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Slave of bitterness! Facing the ways of life. Thanks for sharing.
Be sweet to stripe in a starry night, be sweet to smile like a moon, be sweet to sing like pleasant winds, be sweet to dance on the Milky Ways, ..soooooo fine and so very poetic dear Akhtar. in the first stanzas i thought this is a sad poem. But as i read it on and on i found such wonderful verses..... thank you. dear Akhtar.. tony
A great poem that dwells on issues regarding maintenance of health. An informative write with a tinge of humor. Something to ponder about.10