when all of you barely
know i exist,
and you do not acclaim
my work,
when you despise me
and call me
foolish
i do not talk
i have no use of
oral intercourse
i only write
what is given
what is there already
and when my work
is done
my aim is fulfilled
completely
and then
you will say
' I could have
done better
than him in this'
now, i all these
i become
the best.
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