I have lost myself
Nobody ask me...
'Eat to your's heart will'
A plate of food i have not seen
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You are right....insult is like a plate of good and heavy foods for poor.Thank you for your nice comment
In poverty there is no place for insult.. But where relationships matters also insult doesn't exist, one has to drink insult like a honey.. Beautiful poem.... Loved reading it.
Something core from heart are always truth and silently beautiful.