No

No.
I said it once.
Do I have to repeat
The gravity of my decision?

No.
I said it twice.
That’s two times more
Than you deserved to hear.

No.
I said it thrice.
Perhaps the third time
Will be enough to disappoint you.

Yes.
I said it once.
And now you take for granted
My permission.

Get lost.

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Elf

She was so sure about herself
Nothing could stand in her way
Like a benevolent elf
She did magic every day
Expecting nothing in return
She transformed the world around her
And the people, they would yearn for her favours
Having found her

Her life was harsh, her path was rough
The karma troth turned out a lie
Having a good heart was not enough
When karma turned away its eye
It took one person and one knife
To take away her life
The people grieved a year or two
Soon all her memory died too

And the benevolent elf
Was no more.

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Dust

Dear Dust, why do you keep accumulating?
What is the purpose to your existence?
I do not keep you from fornicating
But everyone is tired of your riddance
Don’t you realise that you’re a bother
To the society and there’s no other
Reason for your cleft…

At this point, the person I was talking to stood up and left.

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The writing on the wall

Have you seen the writing on the wall?

It doesn’t tell about the people who must suffer
It’s not a story of a broken-hearted lover
It doesn’t portray hate against the government
It doesn’t spark debate on unemployment
It wasn’t scrawled down by a soul that wrings in agony
Nor by a woman fighting hard against misogyny

Have you seen the writing on the wall?
It’s just a scribble by a 12-year-old.

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