It is nice you laugh at me
At my tattered clothes, disheveled
Hair and yellow teeth
It is nice that you push me out
From public places for I
Smell of a rotten corpse
It is great that you have
Nourished a feeling of enmity
For me since my birth
Do you know that
The blood oozing out from
The wound in the soul is
Due to many sores I have
Borne through this life
Do you know what belongs
To me also belongs to all
To you too
What belongs to you
Belongs to you only
I live in all
You are lonely
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Nice pushing sometimes attracts attention. Sometimes this motivates mind. A brilliant poem is excellently penned. No one should hate. Love builds heaven. Love gives power of living...10
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