Ugly Thorn Poem by Vishal Sharma
Ugly Thorn
Pens running,
Might heart stopped
and might the person
inside died off...
You have reached
the level of cruelty
that I could not afford
and.being the slave of eyes
you have just done good to me
YOU LEFT ME
your majesty!
and, life is now peaceful
the ugly thorn has been kicked off
Don't ever shout
GO,
your ugly face does not hamper me now,
Now, I find myself a happy man
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