Opinion and Woman.

Opinions about me are many as there are many wagging tongues,
they lick their own beliefs and store it in the stomach,
and many puke it at every turn.
It’s amazing to see tall trees bending themselves during a heavy storm,
Undoubtedly aware I am, pens that praise in public can stab if confronted alone
But their hands never get tired writing poetry on my eyebrows
But beauty should have its own freedom,
liberty is not yours to pluck the flowers
and to crush them in tedium.
Don’t elevate me to a stature of God,
I am happy even if you treat me as an equal match to every simple Man
for I am most afraid of the conduct of those who never respect any God.

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