TRIVIAL TIMES
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The past
Looked like a trampled down crop
By a nonchalant, berserk
And a violent cattle


Oh! The present
Paints a beautiful scenery
With fragrant flowers from moonlit garden
Weaving waves of innocence in welcoming times


The only fear is about the unknown
And unpredictable future now
With many poignant and juxtaposed aspirations
In all probability turning their tails towards me
The fortunes all in all may hit me hard in all its ill intentions
Leaving behind all the mists and fists
Jam packed and thrown at first in the dumping yard

Who is there to caress me in proposition?
Neither the heart nor the soul
Leave alone the boggling mind
Only the language and literature I adore at all times in precision
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Floooooowwwwing poem!Great!