Sometimes I wonder how things had changed
This one such time only one have to himself manage
Keeping myself busy that no thought comes to my mind
Doing any sort of act to my myself bind
I wish to be free i want to fly
Once in a while I always give a try
A fight goes on what to do and what not to
I always question myself how could u
Sometimes crystal clear sometime strange
Never before I found such kind of maze
Someone I think I always afraid off
New self of mine is ready to take off
Keep smiling and always make other to smile
This is used to my earlier life style
I asked myself for how long this is going to last
One day or other this had to become my past
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cool......nice poem......aapka ye roop bhi hai aaj pata chala :)