Worth
I was undressed to the core;
Shattered conscience, not confident anymore.
Hopes and dreams, grounded with a screech;
My own heartbeat out of reach.
Motionless pen and decaying cellulose;
On which I wrote many a prose.
One remark was all it took
Cutting through with serrated tooth
Sending humiliation, insult and desperation
Ending an intellectual celebration
But for the desire to bounce back
With a vengeance to take a crack
A realization came quick,
When I was alone and free.
That no stone is thrown;
at a fruitless tree.
Nikunj Sharma
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