Spices

In the world of spices,

Nobody loves simple dishes.

The world is complex,

How can you expect yourself to be simple?

The world tries to break you,

To make a complex you.

Still, you try to stand brave,

With a simple heart and tell it aloud

Spices make everything delicious,

But it takes your health apart.
We all are undreamed friends of someone. So here I am yours undreamed friend to tell you my thoughts in terms of stories and poems.

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