Hey! Don't gawk at me like that
I'm not a mad man like you're filthily thinking
It doesn't matter if I clothe my being in fetid rags
Judge me not by my ugly and poor look
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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. Robert Frost wow.......i am in awe...a master piece indeed bravo sir
Thank you so much Payal, am so encouraged.