Poem about a sensuous and treacherous woman.

Lets make a deal.

May be I am wrong
may be they are right
may be all of us
were born to fight.

A “dismissed” poem.

Epilogue for Gone With Harmattan”

Don’t consort with her. It’s a deadly sin in the deepest sense.

Betrayal, treachery, making mistakes.

All about corruption.

Heart is naive, innocent
like a poor blind dolphin in the river
it views risks as gains.

Experiences both good and bad had made me into a different person. Stronger, better, or worse, perhaps I could not say. One thing though I surely know, regrets can not change anything anymore. I hope I could just be what the situation wants me to be.