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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Voice of Agony Beat me till they were exhausted Scored me till they felt the pains Heavy on their tongues, knocked Me till they felt enough themselves That’s how they ate up their free time Everything good meant for me, these Bullies seized it for their gains, life sake Anything bad to them, they shoulder it On my limp for I became there refuse Bin and they sort be Queens and Kings Anything done wrongly, vehemently I Was pointed responsible for the wrong Doing and all my good deed shuttered Just neglected and ignored, days past For all to be rotten in time... Victimised To whom I report this tatty retention’s Torrid times of my harsh life style awry For father had long gone and was amid My great great ancestors, verily disbelief Was that my pillar was devoured by earth In minds the question burst each day of My lowlife, “Who-else will rescue me From the Den of savage lions” For they Readily printed R.I.P on the tombstone Of the sepulchral monument which he lay The hero of my life... In the memory of him I can only say “ Lord as the shepherd of all Why not give me the chance, even for once A glance in grief at my father before your Performed deed that no one can skip a leap. Truly when they said misfortune favours The orphan, my life is the evident deed of The phrase, I brawl working my back out For the pun no gains without pains became My moto after the demise, the pains in vain Like a lily amid thorns equates the life left To reach for the sunlight I longed, resilient In the word that was left for my poetry to Tell the intolerable suffering bred each day Which latter torments my soul and body...
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