To Be Me! ! ! Poem by Nazrana Chowdhury

i dont mind when you call
me clumsy....
often things goes wrong with me?
ribbon and hair, never together
you will find them litter, here and there...

i put no make-up
nor paint my lips....?
untidy hair and rebellous curls
sticks to my comb
like a love affair of eternity!
otherwise a silent observer,
my mirror too taunts me...?


A drunken artist's piece of art,
painted with his broken brush.......
an insane poet's thoughtless poem,
a road side romeo's one way love,
a fool's idea,
or a wizard's hiccup! ! !

crow's envy, owl's friend
i write my story,
on the sand..........
a begger's bowl,
a pathetic song,
I am an umbrella with a hole...! ! !

i smile at all
and laugh a lot.....!
may be to hide what iam not...?
i veil my secret, of being imperfect,
a trick of my eyes, you wont see...?

when you see my imperfect self,
people often laugh at me....
my eyes does hide some tears,
my careless attitude cover the fears,
and a break free smile deceives my pain,

But life is beautiful,
people are wonderful
and all things nice & gay...
i have my own share of problems
and perfectness is far away......?

the truth of my being,
the lie of my life.......?
they lies burried deep inside...
no one knows it,
nor anyone can see......
how to tell,
what it takes, to be me....! ! !