Conversation Effect Poem by Saddam Husen

I was living in pain

My happiness was uneven

Calamities for me were certain.



Sometimes I think myself a part

Like a thing of waste and out

For me, there was nothing about.



My gaits was as I likes

I was absolute as quills

My bucket was sorrowful.



Someone cute, one day, asked about it

Amazed I was what I said!

First time I opened my palettes.



I was sharing my twingle with an unknown

Gradually a light of joy shown

Magically, surround appeared golden.



A little conversation change my surround

I feel energy through talk for heart and mind

All waste things appears beat and kind.

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