Sometimes I cry,silently looking at sky
In a bluish-black top at the night
Myriad star twinkling,as my tear shines in light.
Sometimes I smile lonely for a while,
No one can see just as peacock dances happily for monsoon in the forest.
Sometimes I feel bad,I also remain sad
some said words hurt my heart,
Rythm of my heart beat never match my fate.
When I spoke less,people defined me proud
slowly I developed my skills,
Now they call me "Chatter Box".
My small heart never hates,but my all hope really fades
When I hear someone uttering me of being
selfish,jealousy and proud.
Compliments really make me smile,
But they never stay longer in my file
Negative points wins over my positiveness,
which sometimes really repine.
Finally I decided to have my own ways,
being happy,independent and giving values to my own self-respect
Is my only Aim.
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