SHE…

 

Never asked to sing me a song,

Never asked to walk along;

 

Never asked to hold my hand,

Never asked to give me the world;

 

Never asked to become my dreams,

Never asked to smile for the rhymes;

 

Never asked to make me your heartbeat,

Never asked to colour my world bright;

 

Why then am a burden, why then am undone,

Why then am refused, why then am disowned?

 

Please let me come out alive in one piece,

else Mama & Papa, you never know what you would miss..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A short yet sweet poem by my friend Prabhas Patra.

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