Phoenix

Once a face said,
“You are born to win”.
He beamed and replied,
“I’m born to burn”.
“Why you always sound so gloomy”?
She returned with.
As cool as ever
He in a didactic note said,
“Flame is the product of burning
The very source of light chasing darkness
And warmth saving from
The chill of Life
Is life a synonym of sitting on couch
And relishing on cheese popcorn
With a dark giant bottle of Cock?”
“No”, said she
“Then be a phoenix.
Let the aroma of your cinders
Envelop you and take you
To the world undystopian”, his tongue struck.
©jeyforyou

Published by jeyforyou

A pilgrim soul but a humanist. I peddle stories and baragin on life and its deal.

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