SECLUSION,MY BEST THING
After being tortured,
By that bruet,
I call a father,
i could go to a parlour place,
And seclude myself,
While crying my heart out.
He was malicious,
Never had he been decent,
He was vice,
Jeopardising was his thing,
He was cynic
I could not bear living with him ,
Atleast living as a squather,
Of which I had to start excuting my plan,
To elope.
I didnt have a penny,
But I had to go away,
Away from home,
All the awe I had for him disappered,
I disowned him,
And become a orphan.
I needed a home ,
A cosy home,
But that couldnt br fulfilled,
I left for the streets,
Luckily I found kiths
Who plastered a smile on my face daily,
That was when Icame to know that,
Enjoying life is very enjoyful.
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