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I cannot write poetry . However,what I write, I cannot call it prose. Whenever I've shown it to someone they said it was poetry. You read and decide then let me know



Wednesday, 5 November 2025

Gift

 Every day is a gift we  live.

Our lives mere coffers to hold these gifts.
Some are large and some are small,
But blessed we are all.


When  our coffers are  to the brim,
And no more gifts can we receive ,
Then full our lives will be
With all the blessings  received .


So let us    enjoy the gifts of life
And fulfill  the purpose that is ours to give.
Whether  we shall be or not be
Let it be the Almight's worry .

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