Poetry

Rebel Without a Cause!

When the commotion has ended and the smiles and the ecstasies have faded away

There he stands at the perils,

Once Again!

The end is near, a new ending begins 

Like birth and rebirth, the whimsical cycle 

He stands; legs wobbling & hands straining 

Is he the ultimate rebel? One without a rebellion, without a cause?

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