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Alphabet

I hug my bag closer,
seeking comfort of a mother
wondering why,
in the midst of strangers, 
seated in a row,
seeing life as hard
as the wooden table.
 
I dread writing,
clutching each force,
engraving the words 
to a fragile memory wall
of that tiny classroom,
I cannot understand.
 
I wish I could go home
content, isolated from distraction.
And wait for a mother
to teach me the alphabet
unhurriedly without
pressure.
 
Even [...]

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A Moth In The Flame

Idealism is one glorious
iridescent flame-
a magnet to young blood
swathe in innocence. How
with our simplicity,
our winged resistance-
singed and burned. Died
 
until our ashes will mix
in the wick, obliterated
by mediocrity and irrelevance.
Our lives wasted and fading
to wisps of smoke-
in a country where poverty is
a usual sight. Everyday
 
like cockroaches,
we swarmed the sewers of society
and its livid pavement. Of placards-
waving [...]

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