Sitting under a tree,
Probably watching the eagles,
Tears were rolling down my eyes
And for a very deep reason.
THIS time it had burst out,
THIS time I was loud.
People heard Drama brewing,
Hence, everybody started to gather around.
I didn’t say a word,
And so the crowd started to wander off.
Most of them were just curious men,
But only one was humble enough.
He came and sat next to me,
On the elevated turf.
He saw me when he was exciting,
That small White church.
I realised I wanted to talk now,
About my mom, and my dad.
The things they had done to me,
Oh, how I loathed them.
The humble man asked, after a pause,
“Would you like to talk to me?’
All I said was – “You don’t know how lucky you are,
That you were BORN FREE.”
He asked me tenderly,
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I said – “I was sold to a guy,
During my Mom’s Pregnancy.”
Desproticar 
That felt deep… Nicely written
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Thank youu✨ really appreciate it
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Wow, Wat a ending !!! Just loved the poem, brilliant work ❤️
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Thank you sooo much for saying that ✨
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This post compelled me to write about how splendidly everything was written. Excellent work!
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Thank you sooo much, really means a lot 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻✨
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This was heartfelt. The ending was heartbreaking. Such a good job done Sarvagya.
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Thank you sooo much for saying that, all your reviews really mean a lot 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻✨
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You’re welcome 😊
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For anyone wondering, this is pure fiction, the thought just came in my head. This is not based on my story, I’m very lucky to have gotten everything I could’ve hoped for 🙌🏻✨
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Wow… The ending! Good work Sarvagya. 👍
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Thank you for saying that✨, that’s my favorite part too🙌🏻
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