#WritcoPoemPrompt9
A stolen morsel more precious than gold,
A stolen shirt to keep out the cold,
There is no price to hunger,
There is no price to shelter,
There is no price to kindness
there is no room for bitterness
getting ugly is a need of hour
we are not always showered with flower
blooming was once a dream
but they left out me here in scream
I will preserve this...