I'm a young man,
Provoked into creative writing
As a result of the ugly
Turning into the beautiful
Returning vice versa
What can tell the story
Of a battered panting heart
And a determined jolly soul
What can make the dead alive again
If not the ink in my pen
Painting stories in words
What else would you want to know about me
My height, No
My skin colour, No
My body posture, No
My face shape, No
All these don't define the beauty
Dwelling inside for your heart beat stability
Envisage beyond sight
And all you wish to know
Then surfaces in space of our conversation
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