notin' great.............jus', a cool teenage poet......and da pic i somewat look like dat....so...if you see me walkin' down da street.yeah, it's me.a cool bollywood acctress-look-alike. more »
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Belongs To Me.
Over the mountains as he strides,
I hear this old man's voice,
Pearcing though eyes through envious spectacles.
He calls my name, I feel betrayed.
He calls again,
Again and again,
Till I by my unwillingness am forced to turn.
He closes his eyes, his deep marrow seems to be ice.
Father this sain't is to me, Yet a devil indeed!
Who is he?
I know him deep,
His envious eyes,
His trembling voice
Pearces my eyes and ears
And he seems so dear?
Who are you father? I ask,
My heart recollects
He is the conciousness I had betrayed,
The one ...