Poem -
Alone
When I had my parents,
when I had my brothers
complaining of anything
and everything I grew up
to learn when all of them
left and I was alone
there was no one to complainΒ
and I had no more complaints.
ββββThat was the time I learnt
to bite the realities are but hard!
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always a pleasure to read gifted poets