Reading between the lines

There are people who call poems as prose as they can’t see what the author told

Sometimes what was meant had a colour green but sometimes it meant sickness in some stream

Talking would be easier for some but hiding is easier when your words are put in a verse

The reader would see what their heart and head is open to and all the troubles can be put to test

Rest all will be hidden forever till someone chooses you to be the quest and starts digging who wrote what and why

Words are fewer and stories are many 

One can’t settle for just few pennies in form of appreciation.. the stories kept away have to be told

Even when non are sold, a day will come when it will all make sense as lunatics wrote history now and then

Mold, twist, change the plot if nothing happens it will still be stumbled upon at its very best

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