GluttonyA Poem by L.shivaGluttony is not a secret vice. -Orson Welles
One fine evening, Gluttony met Poverty and Hunger
and they took a stroll down the lane, Poverty told it's problem, Hunger cried of hunger, Gluttony ate buttered popcorn while listening to their pain, With tears in eyes Poverty raised the voice, asked 'Why waste a lot when some don't have even a few? ' Hunger stumbled as it's stomach grumbled and made noise, shrugged Gluttony for his mouth was too stuffed to argue.
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StatsAuthorL.shivamumbai, andheri, IndiaAboutA tiny seed was planted back then, which survived; of-course, and then grew inside me; Sending roots real deep, and very wide, And as of today, If you will, you will see, that I've always been t.. more..Writing
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