Worth <br /> <br />I was undressed to the core; <br />Shattered conscience, not confident anymore. <br />Hopes and dreams, grounded with a screech; <br />My own heartbeat out of reach. <br />Motionless pen and decaying cellulose; <br />On which I wrote many a prose. <br /> <br />One remark was all it took <br />Cutting through with serrated tooth <br />Sending humiliation, insult and desperation <br />Ending an intellectual celebration <br /> <br />But for the desire to bounce back <br />With a vengeance to take a crack <br />A realization came quick, <br />When I was alone and free. <br />That no stone is thrown; <br />at a fruitless tree.<br /><br />Nikunj Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/worth-15/
