Poem 8

I was standing in front of the crowd,
And was reading my poem being proud.
For I composed,
And within a few minutes,
It was decomposed.
Not by me,
But by all.
Read maximum of them,
Only to know they were criticized,
And I tried my best to empathize.
They blamed my ideas for they were pessimistic,
But I told them it was optimistic.
I said,"You being educated you realize,
But those nerds dont realize".
I tried my best to convince them,
But they were not at all convinced.
They were stubborn on their point,
I told them just chuck your points.
All of them,
Pounced on me,
And started verbally accusing me.
They threw their cards,
Which hit me very hard.
Gradually,
I started crying,
As they continued their showering.
At the end,
I was in tears,
For that I have no more fears.
Maybe I lost on the ground,
For its hard to convince such educated illiterates.
I had decided to discontinue writing poems,
But there was this smart female who advised me to continue with my poems.
"THEY DONT HAVE BRAINS,
THAT DOES NOT MEAN,
YOU SHOULD SACRIFICE YOUR CEATIVE BRAINS."
This is my true victory,
And so,
I decided to continue with my poetry.