Husk
I hear people saying my life is full of dusk
But my heart says I am a husk
I have always been thrown out
But I know I am meant to sprout
I might be the different one
Who can't pass through the strain
But it doesn't cost me any pain
Rather just a few stains
And worry not about them
Because they are on the stem
Not on the beautiful flowers
Cause they are used for showers
Sometimes even in wedding
They are useful even when shedding
God's strain is keeping me out of the crowd
And wants me to be proud
And so just remember that
Being the husk is not that bad
It's good, but not taken as
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