'Lines From The Heart'
There are certain things which one could never express
life’s like a dream, you can never guess - what’s gonna
happen next; don’t expect me to be your little miss
sunshine, - I’m nothing but a ugly plain jane.
a wandering singer among the swampy bushes in a
Crusoe’s Island, standing on the cliff like Shikhandi
in penance. You may not appreciate my deeds
which I do or pay any of attention to my words,
you call me as an untamed animal of the woods.