To sulk is not me
To shy away is not me
To embrace silence
is definitely not me
Today....life as I see
Had made what is far from me
Some sins of unknown land
Has pushed me unfriend
In wait alone my days
In not many kind ways
Nights hours spend so
Trying to remain low
It has stopped to flow
Juices of mirth and glow
To cry is not me
To worry is not me
Burn in fiery agony
is certainly not me
To read the poem without giving a comment is not me, for I greatly honour your endurance and acceptance of life in its odds.
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To read a poem without giving a comment for the deserving is not me.Your endurance and acceptance of life in all odds is praiseworthy.