(Don't hit like to the following poem without reading it till the end or unless you truly like it!)
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There are many writers who pick up the
pen & write
Many who are patient & many who fight
Many count stars beside getting old & older
The children bearing heavy burden on their shoulders
Many who are princesses of their rooms & kings of their gangs,through expensive toys they rule
Or many who could never even see a school
Many others who get attentions,unasked
& others who don't even get their own
After being joked by everyone,there are many who laugh
& others who begin to hate themselves from face to bone

There are many others soft like soil,being smashed by others feet
but become stronger when catch fire;
& many others who are known to be hard as iron but begin to melt,facing a defeate in some other feild

Many who tolerate maternal love
And others who only into that love,can survive
Many who weep even in sleeps for not having her near
And others who crave her love although she is alive

The fact that there are many in this world to dim,to twinkle,to shine
But there is no other "ME!" & no other "YOU!"🫵
There are many stars in the sky so in this world why can't you just recognise yourself as a moon?
It is not about highness it is about being rare
The stars who are almost same with same colored light
Yet each of them holds it tight,holds tight their value
We all are from a same form yet we are different in different ways in different phase of black & white
As there is no other "ME!" & no other "YOU!"

© @pain_riding_pen