Lumps in my rubby esprit

Lumps in my rubby esprit

A Story by Mukul
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Focus on nepotism and conspiracy That overwhelmed poverty Exhibit current awry deed by society

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I abide with my morbid grandpa at shabby attic proceed the task of cobler at the turf of crowd square to earn phew
Deed under the shad of piller
In this infancy had faced all sorts of humailiation for being in lower status among society
I was eradicate by Mr.  Effluent from crowd square
BCoz they got the agreement to build Shopping mall where I claim my task
Unfortunately I have to lodge my fleabag at bare circle where I can't gain anything
I am pestered by this life of amort scattered
And fantase to alive in delicasy
I want to persist to diversion of damnation
My essence acclaim  to feast of phew even for such purpose i sacrifice with my entity
But have to serve my grandpa, concern the borrow rent of attic
Damn, I overcomed abberation of hunger and yet be sweeper to arrange phew
Sometimes i denied by society very awfully
My small fingures blowed on my anvil by heavy expensive sole on any small scratch
Can't recognize my fault and awery
But still assert my complete faith in you lenitive
Being an apostle and tolerate every misery
I get aberaaated and ill of improper diets
Finally I gonna persists at my destination
Don't care of my current position and my quiesies
As my handing art approval by peoples
And lodged me for filigree in their part time
However i was appreciated for my unique finishing to shimmer
I managed with my hunger, thirst, health and responsibility  towards my grandpa and arranged a small sum of progression in my exaltation and now exasperated from cobler to shoemaker, sculptor and filligrist
I gonna to participate in sculpture test and comes an victory
My prevailing was turning point of my life
Now my deeds is my talent and the persons whome with I regretted was now compelled me to work for their production
They begin to exhibit pity on there earlier massives incursion over me
I offered by proverbial estates but however i refused and aspire of more
I keep on my process and now esteemed through many awards of being Aristhocratic
Pride of my beloved decent down
But still not seems delights for mortal of his last family member, grandpa.

© 2015 Mukul


Author's Note

Mukul
Written in critical manner
But everybody could understand through
Scream of speaker what he felt
Speaker is poor kid
Listener is god
He revealed his past saga

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Mukul
Mukul

Indore, Madhya Pradesh , India



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