Fate Poem by Aamir Joyci

Fate

Rating: 4.8


They called me mad...!
They yelled me freak...!
They shouted me nut...!
They drove me off
From any four legs summoned
They tore my scraps
They curse my life
They banish me out
But, at last when I met my Satan with burning belly...,
They named me The poet, The philosopher, The Saviour
And The friend
And made a great statue out of pure Gold

Thursday, September 26, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: society
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
How do we create and treat heroes
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 18 September 2018

A good start with a nice poem, Aamir Joyci. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.

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Heather Wilkins 26 September 2013

a great write on fate keep it up.

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Gajanan Mishra 26 September 2013

great statue, god write, thanks.

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