#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 emotion
not barking about their wrong notion
I will not scrap out those wounds more
and wipe out my tears on a noisy shore
I will keep this thunder in galore
and will walk away on some lonely floor
shunning away this piece of burden from my heart
let me keep myself from you apart
preserving your memoirs is not a big deal
let me keep them I don't want to reveal
musings hovering let me jot them down
To you I was not more than a clown
ok then!
I will keep on spreading smiles
people will watch me without noticing that I am a damn gullible!

-sidrat 🍂
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