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from Story to Poem

Once there lived a 'story'
As the authors said it was 'beautiful'.
Every letter shut by guards of glory
Every twist and turn coiled with fetish
Still security breached with a loud hush.
A pervert nib stabbed the young tale
Like injecting chemical on a Gini pig 
The fear went straight through.
Bloody one neither spoke nor died
Thought it might be a cynic's errand.
Never dared to complain the authors
It doesn't matter though.
It could do only one thing
Turning itself to something stronger to strive
Like the million other times, 'story' grew to 'poem'.
It's easier to live without fitting in
Moral or vicious who cares.
Everyone thinks they hunt down the gist
Everything peripheral concealed to showcase.
Hence the cuteness frowned
Some called it coward.
Others praised the courage
They know wounded ironies
Conceive brave rhymes.

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  1. Anonymous3 November 2022 at 21:07

    I can see a Future Gabriela Mistral 💯

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  2. Anonymous4 November 2022 at 08:21

    🔥

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  3. Anonymous4 November 2022 at 08:33

    🔥

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  4. Jeevan Sruthy 4 November 2022 at 10:08

    " They know wounded ironies
    Conceive brave rhymes "🔥🔥

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