Quill
In this clever world
I ended playing my part
By breaking my heart
Into many pieces apart
For not being smart
Lost in this free world
Is my freedom of past
In hands of smart cast
For whom heart beats fast
To laugh in dark at last
Fearless in fearful world
Are my foolish four words
In this dark world of birds
I ended not even in third
But managed to be a nerd
In worthless worthy world
I'm now painting my paint
From my depths of dark ink
In search of my lost freedom
On this thirsty tip of my quill
poem by Kranthi Pothineni
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