But me,
I don't want pretty men,
From the cream of the society.
Society has already filled their heads with ego,
And they now think they should cough
And I should go running to them.
No,
Mine will be the rough ones,
The broken ones
The broke ones
The ones not approached
The rejected ones
The ones who become absent,
Because their presence was felt too much
The ones who became a lost treasure,
Because they were not cherished.
The ones who become a laughing stalk
Because of their vulnerability.
The ones classified under " all men are dogs"
But these men don't know
Or no longer know the colour of infidelity.
These men also love
With a transparent heart,
Devoted hands,
And know pain.
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I Will Find My Own Sky
PoetryA collection of poems 4th place in Kuru Family Awards. I discovered, They were normal, Way too normal. And there I was , Just a sad girl, Dying to unlearn being NORMAL.
