Poetry Type: Quatrain,Rhyme
Each and every day, I survive in disguise
On this world of wicked people who despise
To protect myself from being disdained
And not to let my heart tear strained.
The real self is hiding dungeons deep inside
Who is daunted by insults and settled aside.
This sorrowful world taught me how to act
Which helps the real self to remain intact.
Encouraging myself in front of the mirror
To come out and be as genuine as ever
I traveled deep into my reflection
And came back with perfection.
The whole world foresaw me as weird
Terrified I geared back and never appeared.
I was reincarnated in new disguise
I am used to this, Let them despise.
– Sudharsan Srinivasan
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