By SHAHEEN P PARSHAD
Who am I? A silent rhyme,
Lost in the pages of time.
A trader of words and thoughts sublime,
A dealer of ideas supine,
Seeking recognition divine.
She gathered shards of my reverie,
Turned them into jewelled tapestry.
With gems of my thoughts, she crowned her jewelled line,
But called them muck when I sought value for my time.
I poured my heart into her bright display,
Yet she stiffed mine by refusing to pay.
A dealer of priceless dreams,
I seek a soul who’ll honour my themes.
My words cascade like a gentle stream.
Would you share my creative schemes?
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