(26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

What do you think this poem is about?

What was it?

I am what I am.
A man on the street, with a fat designation,
In ever understood it.
I earned it for you.
I know realise,
It was a futile try.
You never wanted it.
What did you want?
I know it was not my bank balance,
It was not my bottomless heart,
It was not my endless love,
What was it!

Submitted: Monday, February 25, 2013


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