Category : Poems

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Once an evil and petulant dictator of the mind - a victim of karma for life. Human beings are as complex as a rubix cube. We are so hard to solve. Why are we like this? Why must we feast on a punitive variety of emotions? Some people feast on the sorrow of others. Some maliciously scowl on hatred and some are both victims and aggressors who endow others with the heavy burden of hostility. Yet, we must understand how some day (sooner or later), we ourselves will be an obvious oxymoron of what we are today - we may be egotistic today, but in forty years time we may be the kindest we could be. Perhaps it is guilt that fills our minds eye with some sort of catylach of miscontempt- it's the table turn of our own mind.