They Were Something Else
A Akhtar Jawad
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I am so much obstinate,
And I am so much absurd,
Often I break the mirror,
In it I look an ugly turd,
When my pen becomes a slang,
I break it, its pieces I throw,
Wish I could cut my throat,
Whenever I sound like a crow!
I confess I am an obnoxious,
And sure, I'm too despicable,
Wish I could change myself,
Admit I'm no more capable.
I dream to change the world,
Me! Simply a bad bare kelse,
Men who changed the world,
Were really something else.
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