By Vyga P
Life flows between unloyal and selfish beings,
Interchanging mythology of heaven and hell,
Overturning its position,
With respect to Earth crust.
When the black hands of fate,
Slapped on my face,
I did not tremble.
When the last step of tolerance broke,
I backed it with my patience.
That made me choose,
What everyone else betrayed.
When fate choked me to death,
I did not fail nor will I fail,
With this divine drops,
That stir the soul and churns out,
The final essence of bitterness.
I am human species,
The seed of patience!
This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'My Superpower'

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  • Beautiful


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