I am the cause of
My misery,
No end of misery.
No dreams, no stream,
And life is not
A flower bed.
Still, I enjoy
The arts of life.
I enjoy the profound
Beauty found in it.
Here, I prove
Everything right,
Here, I read and
Write poetry.
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Misery has no end but we need to feel life. This is brilliant poem shared.10