When I was an infant, I’d speak with my eyes.
I’d cry for food, And coo for a toy.
But when I learnt to speak, I needed new songs to sing.
Just when I thought I had it all, I thought of another thing.
At teenage I had new friends, My mom didn’t know about.
She’d prepared my favourite dish, But I had eaten out.
Dad treated me like a princess, To me he wasn’t the king.
Just when I thought I had it all, I thought of another thing.
Now I’m old, all friends have split, I speak a lot but no one cares.
I wish people understand my gestures, I cry to have my thoughts shared.
I wish I can have my favourite stuff, I hope for youth’s zing.
Just when I thought I had it all, I thought of another thing.
4 comments:
khupach chhan zali ahe.... kadhi lihilies??
the day i posted that one
good wrk man...few lines r very touchy
great piece...keep writing
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