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A guy walks in an claims to be the master of poetry and uttered some egoistic words


Am I really a poet to compete with him
Never claimed to be one
Just telling a story not governed by whim
Let him him go ahead he pro'lly would've won

Is he meant to be a rival, never afraid of challenges
when it has to do with her, the precious pearl from the east
I will run to break his phalanges
to stall the exchange of fists

Like the dream was forerunner of what was to come, She came to my house the following day but refused to enter inside. She stood at the entrance and spoke softly to me. The voice i knew, the golden voice I am used to and the desire in heart was convering a different message from the spoken word. Her resistance was weaking, just a matter of weeks or may be days.
And I told her

You are worth more than the treasures of solomon
You are more precious than riches of babylon
You are a queen and your kingdom is my heart
Where you are exalted above all women on earth

'She is loyal to me. I've got nothing to worry about. I thought Agaba was my friend but now i know better' her husband says.

No one has ever doubted her loyalty to him
she knows she has her heart in my bossom
For I have her details in a sim
Her fantasies I can phantom

My friend is my friend
But love is strange
Though I am not a fiend
Some cases are out of range


She came in to affirm her love to her 'husband' with mixed feeling. I said it was a matter of days may be weeks and what is mine will be mineI shall not bulge for I have got a bulge from looking at her bulges. That means I am excited. I wish she is here with me. She heard me and smiled

At last I have her smile
Expressed by smiley
It can only be a few miles
Before the golden alley