Questions.. Or.. Answers? Poem by Elena Sandu
Questions.. Or.. Answers?
No, I could never be a queen
because
A beggar was I born to be?
I could never be a winner
because
born was I to be the loser?
I could never be in a happy craze
because
cries were meant for my days?
But! I still have laughter and smiles to share
for sure, hey:
remainings maybe, of a happy cave?
There is no such thing as destiny, and if there indeed was, I am sure you would defy all rules, and destroy all loopholes. A very witty poem, I like this.
Friend, you have beautifully awakened us with your powerful interrogating technique the fact that one need be a queen or a winner to enjoy this beautiful life.Happiness lies in the soul of a person irrespective of social status or identity. Very true! Friend, your mode is heart convincing.Thanks for sharing such a nice poem. marks 10++++
Awareness of ability and availability so smile with the tear cascading cheeks...Nice 10+
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nice write! beautiful!