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His bitter words
Still echo in my ears,
Making me cry
Within my heart.
My respect is torn into pieces,
My soul seems to be lifeless
His bitter words,
Penetrating my heart.
He is a rich person,
But has he got right to insult anybody
If he is wise,
Why does he think of others to be illiterate?
Making me remember
How low I am,
And how high he is,
Oh I had forgotten that
I was talking to a rich person.
His knowledge is vast,
But I am not also zero
How can he decide himself?
My knowledge is poor.
His bitter words,
Darkening my bright track,
Holding my legs tightly,
I feel unable to move on.
God will show him a way one day,
If he is stronger than me
But his bitter words,
Keeps the fire going of my passion.
10-06-2008
Pushkar Bisht
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