You are a poet
As you wrote, so what three lines
Food is hunger
Clothes are stroke of mud
Oh, shelter is sky
You are a poet
As you wrote, truth of all lies
Begging seems your life
Name plates of crimes never done
grass like Kindness
crinkled with every touch
Who said when you write
Quill in your hand
On abraded rigid rocks
You just draw a blank
You too have a hobby
Elites lack in which
Yes, you are a poet
As you wrote what I read
You are a Poet
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