POBPoetry || Sloth, Pride and Envy!

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Sloth

It happened that when I saw her for the first time,
I didn't see anything again, I became a sloth,
what was the season when I saw her for the first time,
I lost consciousness after seeing her smile, I became a sloth
had become so mad that she was being seen till far away.
Used to sit alone, used to wait for hours,
when she was nowhere to be seen,
I became a sloth

remembering her actions, used to smile privately,
remembering the moment when I saw her for the first time like centuries,
I felt slothful,
the movement of her eyelids which created a disturbance like hundreds of waves,
It was her tangled hair,
the tone was like the wind was changing the way, a sloth moves,
yes I was in love that day

The determination to reach her was as if the waves of revolution were rising in the mind,
as the mind was in spate due to the noise of the bell ringing in the heart,
sitting on the floor was staring at the silent, I became a sloth,
it was a little difficult to handle the uncontrollable words,
Then by adding courage and overcoming slothfulness,
I had to tell her that I was in love with her, but because of this fear, the lips were getting dry,
as if I might not lose the peace of eyes,
I should not get lost in the desire, somewhere she too was understanding that,
Even secretly I used to try to read her eyes,
I also used to keep my eyes unaware as I passed by,
just looking at me as if she was turning around and touching me,
used to see her in the light of the windows of the house,
Sitting around for hours like a sloth...

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Pride

as long as there is breath,
keep your Pride high,
take Pride in what you want,
Quit worry, find happiness in the way,
Choose your partner in this race of life by heart,
To support you till the last breath,
make promises to each other,
of life's challenges, face it together
threads of hopes and dreams
by pairing efforts
as long as there is breath
Keep your Pride high...

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Envy

I think, think a lot
Then the thought comes to think of something good,
Then I think of you.
Isn't that I envy you,
But think of me then I care,
There comes a sense of distance.

then i drown in thought,
I can't even get a straw near me.
by passing the moment
By making myself happy.
i want to forget everything
By removing you from the memories.
Isn't that I envy you,
But I am silent from memories.

I cry inside myself,
ears do not hear it,
I scream like that,
no one comes to ask
i caress myself,
finding some unknown people,
I mix with them
I don't like those people either
Isn't that I envy them,
But don't get off my insecurities.