In the journey of life, one thing you must never forget to carry along, is:
“A Bottle Of Water”
During the exile period, you’d need some to quench thirst and,
To’ soften the throat.
No man was more than foolish when he had not a pen in his hand, nor wiser when he had.
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Many writers base their stories on events of the past, whereas few da**ies extract excerpts from current and meaningful moments.
Happenings and over imaginary prospects. But, the main impetus of this vary Poem “A Bottle Of Water”
Emerges from a boyhood experience ‘taytay’ and as well combined ideas from ‘Modern Art’.
“I was never like this before, Wearing
Crazy jeans and, opulent perfumes.
At first, she went aloof in despair.
And remembered only but a few things.
It was twilight already. So, that
Latter on the morrow, ‘pcsl’
In an hour shift, I was too resilient up to . point
I had wished for noth’ more than a plain-blue-jean, and a white printed T-shirt.
Gold calf’d teeth, with a ‘wrist-watch’ and a North face cap to flaunt, many styles,
In youthful exhibited values and rating of trends & exuberance.
A pair of shoes: maybe sports or sprinters.
With ever’thing, we’re here and waiting; Bad plays need not be badly written.
Many ‘f his friends were nowhere to be found.
Some had been on a tour. A-list, in their farm.
Though, as sad as it may be, he was nor or a beau.
The Sun was in hidden shade,
The Rain’ow was briskly faded away in mist.
And the skies had suddenly changed.
She’s warmed hel’ a little bit.
Frozen cold in the atmosphere, by the invisible gaseous substance surrounding the Earth, (Air).
All the men of the city; had in a forceful, intense manner; (vehemently) ran in to their caves.
And more over half of all the maidens in the community were, shivering like ‘wax‘ drowned in well.
Leaving many wandering inn: who was the wax and where is the cave? Some elites were ‘in the know’.
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