An Art without beauty
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I am a poet, without a lover I am a writer, with no stylus A singer without a tune A painter with no colors And an art without beauty. I am a thinker, without any rationality I am a philosopher, with no reasoning A theorist without any basis A motivator with no character And a book without a substance. I am an achiever, without any glory I am an inventor, with no creativity An architect without any design A medic with no pills And a regular work without agony. I am a mountain, without a peak I am sea, with no shore A foggy snow without any ice A windy rain with no clouds And nature without life. I am teacher, without any knowledge I am student, with no ambition A school without any rules A test with no grade And education without any impact. I am a tree, without any branches I am a fruit, with no taste A lion without courage A sheep with no shepherd And a human without any desires. I speak truth, without any