I am no one special, I am sure,
I am but a commoner, with common thoughts,
Generally, I am lost in the crowd,
Like the sun hidden in the cloud.
Methinks, I will live each day,
And one day will simply fade away.
Oh! yes, I am a commoner,
Born to learn, earn and suffer.
I am just being hit by waves that decide,
My problem is: I don't have a plan for life.
It's my right to be uncommon,
For, I no longer want to be common.
I wish to seek opportunity,
To dream, to build, to fail, to succeed.
For endorsed entity, I prefer to fight,
What's in a name they ask, "a plenty", I reply.
Now, no one can tame the lion in its den,
As of now, I have picked up a pen.
Now, I am someone special, I'm sure,
I am but a commoner, with "uncommon" thoughts...! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem