Run

Run my son
Run..
No stops at all
None. ..
No pauses, no
fun
Rise now, with the
sun
and run till you are
done…

So said the world;
Fools,
They with their
rules..

I say friends,
chill.
Let’s have our
fill,
of all things
good-
Fun, joy and
food..

Life is short,
Live..
Of what you have-
Give..

-joker-

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About joker

Contradictory and confusing as my thoughts, I am a Mechanical engineer working in an interior fit out firm, dreaming of one day making it as a poet and trying to learn card tricks :)

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