Sometimes I wonder how hard it could be,
To notice something, that I changed in me..
A change in the way I style my hair,
Or a change in the pair of clothes i wear..
Sometimes i experiment with the way i look,
While sometimes my styles are all copy book..
But no matter what or how big is the change,
It is only to me, I am left estrange..
At times I do modernize the way I talk,
Sometimes I revolutionize the way I walk..
What is the use of this transformation in me,
If the people who matter are least interested to see..
Till the end of the day I wait for one compliment,
A praiseful word or two of an admiring comment..
But for time that I wait is left all futile,
Even fail to notice the difference in my smile..
Today I thought my new clothes will blurt,
A silky grey trouser and a plain pink shirt..
I gelled my hair, styled in a special hairdo,
And for a change today I polished my shoe..
Then all dressed up when I met her this morning,
I never missed a chance to pass her a warning..
I walked back and forth so that she could see,
But like everyday before she never noticed me..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem