What Hurting Plight Poem by Nishu Sharma
What Hurting Plight
Its the height,
What a hurting plight.
Though born to live,
But just merely survive.
To say its life,
But owner possess no rights.
charged for not just smiles,
To flow fright eyes.
If appeal to the pride,
A quarrel will rise.
The joy! The love! The light!
Are big bad lies.
Resembles a stormy night,
such is the might.
A battle goes inside,
With each hope i died.
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