A Curse And Blessing. Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

A Curse And Blessing.

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I am born with a curse.
I can not compromise.....
I suffer many losses.
I earn loneliness.

Again this rigidity is a gift.
I don`t have to scratch other back.
I don`t have to meekly bow before some.

Thanks to this I am a volcano.
Thanks to this I am a storm.
And, above all, I am like myself!

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