Journey

Long time ago, a man started to run..

Didn’t know the destination or why did he begin..

The sweat on his face glistening under the sun..

Captivating like gold, thus joined another man..

Hungry and tired they found a melon..

To share or keep became the survival question..

One killed another and thought he had won..

That victory, that power, was it all for fun?

Since then men joined a journey that never ends..

Like hamster on a wheel, captivated; we run..

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Behold

Been to the mountains of Everest,

and grasses evergreen..

My mother’s wrinkled hands,

the prettiest sight

I’ve ever seen..