From the bottom of my heart

experience

The bitter tang
Of manual labour dancing
On the tip of my tongue- I've
Tasted it. The salty liquid
Of sweat that trickled down
My face- it stung my eyes.
The worn-out soreness
Stretching slowly throughout
My limbs (will I ever stop complaining?) -
But none can compare
To the throbbing of my head,
As if little men were inside
Knocking something into me
(sense, maybe?)

Who ever said learning was easy?

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A/N: This poem is about hardwork and learning through experiences. We gain knowledge, wisdom and maybe even resilience but the process isn't a piece of cake.