A question arises in my mind
who am I?
People in my life will just come and go,
from the ashes something beautiful will grow,
...
What happened to us,
all sat in a bus,
still people curse,
that a boy and a girl can never be friends
...
morning morning I went to garden,
I met a flower named charm,
with my busy life in burden,
after talking to her my mind becomes calm
...
Quietly watching a white board,
stillness of myself I ever node,
most of people only notice black spot,
it can be claimed as common mistake for all
...
The most important thing,
that I worked callow,
like wearing cardigan,
with so many disallow
...
His life was like black hole,
As we go near more it swallow,
To be honest with no actual goal,
Some people thinks his mind was narrow
...
The day which took out my brain,
I Still wait Same day to fall & rain,
on the way to the path of Such fears,
keeping my courage didn't fell into tears,
...
Who Am I?
A question arises in my mind
who am I?
People in my life will just come and go,
from the ashes something beautiful will grow,
but still question arises' who am I?
I may happened very lately,
I wanna to thank myself whatever you gave me,
but still question arises' who am I?
I am showing my quite rage,
since childhood I am in cage,
no one knows this pressure weightage,
but still question arises' who am I?
Strictness of my life is quite tight,
it seems to be things comes and bite,
or its just illusion of my sight,
but still question arises' who am I?
My eyes felt into tears,
sounds caused me fear,
my life needs a gear,
its something that i can't share,
but still question arises' who am I?
Its no ones blame, just
life plays plays a beautiful game,
never let me feel shame,
somethings in my life were awkward,
but he always kept me upward,
but still question arises' who am I?
sometimes my life caused me laugh,
sometimes cry,
but still my heart says try,
but still question arises' who am I?
people choose me without understanding,
and loose me because of miss understanding,
these thing again and again reminds,
who am I?
who will tell them that,
it may be wrong sometimes somewhere,
but not every times, everywhere,
again and again reminds, who am I?
: - By AAHAN VARMA
who ever is reading thanks to read my life uap