I always tried writing
A poem while im happy
But the pieces didnt hook well
Realizing the fact
Even the most poems on joy
Only speaks about a past
Its the pain thats seen
Behind every beautiful art
Like a stone bearing pain
Of a chisels strike
To turn as an amazing statue
Its the ten month love
A woman goes through
Just to see her young doll
In the broad world of poetry
With lots of thoughts driven
A poet excavates deep
Breaking himself to the core
Just to fix the scattered pieces
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