The Way It Is Poem by Purvesh khamankar

Either hate me or love me for u cant change me,
the truth is false if otherway round you see.
How one feels, how one acts I dont give a damn,
as i love myself and I am who I am.

You make me cry you laugh with me,
I seem cool as a butterfly I may sting like a bee.
I may be a mannerless villager though I live in town,
Belive in me I never let myself down.

I may behave as adult or a child with tofy,
born orignal will never die as copy.
Kill me, burn me i may die in your eyes,
Phoneix i am from my ashes i will rise.

I will walk, i will run, i will keep my own pace,
i will dress or not eternal my grace.
You block my path, will show you right way,
the deeds you did I will make you pay.

I may live or die here,
head will be high that much i dare.
you blame me and throw me outoff cities,
But I wont change and that is the way it is.