Stare not at me

Your face i wish not to see

You only know to relish

When your own be in anguish

Your sight makes me perturbed

Hop it! So I will be relieved

Life get to stab you, killjoy

That none will be yours to coy

When you will be covered with bitterness

Know you will, definition of kindness

By then you got to apprise me

Of what henceforth you'll be.

HAKAM ABUBAKAR

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