Picked me like diamond and threw like a stone piece
I need to raise question about your intellectual ability
When you pick me as a diamondpiece
To nurture your personal benefits
And threw outside in the corner of road
After completion of your sefish motive
What the hell, the world indeed!
There is no trace of morality.
I neither need fake appreciation
Nor can bear your preplaned insult.
No doubt, I am molten rock, lava
Exploded from the womb of grief and pain
Came into existence to reveal
The bitter reality beyond your expectation.
A humble request to All Benevolent Poets
Keep yourself away from
Fake Appreciation.
You all are clever enough to distinguish
Between True Inspiration and Sycophancy.
Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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