ekta singh Poems

It started with a beautiful chime, informing me I did the crime;
Though it wasn't from both the sides, but the heart cant find any clue beside;
No other option than being quite, because I hardly ever owned the rights;
Days passed on in not so joice, as being focused was my only choice;
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What I own is the matter of disguise,
What I deserve sounds much more precise.
To make me worship I need some dreams for avoiding the hardships I am away from streams.
To hold me straight I need no hands for finding the paths I take my stands.
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