In the house of beasts, I was born
But I turned out to be God
They thrashed me with swords
And hurt me with their words
I stood still though with bruises
Heard the agony with bloody lashes
My knuckles swelled with puss
My knees dwelled in the fuss
Yet I spoke what I thought the truth
I now stand as they ostracized me
For, I had never shown any Ruth
Wow! Brilliant poem, the spirit can never be haunted or influenced.
ReplyDeletethanks a lot saru
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