My selfish desireWas like a barbed wire, Why did the people object Made fuss, condemn and reject? Isn’t clay lifeless, sans the act? My selfish desire Was to be in such an attire, For me to be quickly noticeable Why was I denied to look beautiful? Again, the issue became refutable. My selfish desire Was to drink, dance and transpire, Within me all the frivolous remain That […]