Dona Bhadra

I am just a tiny dot,
In the world of a crowded lot.
I am just in an innocent cry,
Finding the answer to the question why.
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Life is nothing,
just a game that we play.
Life is nothing,
just where we expect a lovely day.
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Oh please! oh please! do save me from this,
In this place I do feel to die of stress.
In this little cage why did they put me,
Why did they leave me to die.
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Oops who is blowing my hair,
Who is blowing my skirt.
I think its the naughty wind,
Present everywhere.
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When we are not rewarded for the hard work we did,
Then the feeling that persist is not good indeed.
When we spend the days and nights exhausted,
Then the pathetic result makes us frosted.
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It is hard sometimes to resist my tears,
It is hard sometimes to fake this smile.
The mask i wear each day for you,
Is now a bare necessity of my life.
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