To Live, a Verb

Devoid of the freedom

To push it over the cliff

Not aged enough either

To halt, crumble and then fall

I’m ripe, they say

Destined to bear fruits that

Feed their desires 

From a mortal to a mortar 

I grind, grind and grind

From one day to another

I survive. 

 

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