I don't like selfish joys,
the moments are disliked,
without you, i enjoys,
the friendship i thought will keep me alive,
on the same i am been forced to grieve,
here i am standing like a broken zoo,
i am been treated like a foe,
the words i was supposed to say,
my throat was blocked,
i repulsed,
they were enjoying a broken me,
it was pleasing to see,
because i wanted, happy thee....
by Bhat Aijaz
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