Dear God,

Don't let my privilege

Inflate my ego

To the point

i lose touch with reality


Dear God,

Don't let my pretty face

Errode my values

To be oblivious

and self-centered



Dear God,

Don't let my hunger for success

Handicaps my moral compass

That negates

All the efforts


Dear God,

Don't let my kindness

Be mistaken for weakness

To be carried "fi idiat"

by the masses.

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Teride Minde

A writer with thoughts like a beetle coupled with the tenacity of a squirrel.





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