You judge me or not
but infront of you
i judge me a lot
reason why i act stupid.
Sometimes running short of words,
sometimes speaking too fast,
sometimes standing still,
sometimes behaving lost,
sometimes hiding my face,
sometimes wishing you with big eyes
and then sometimes not wishing
by bothering people around me.
sometimes quietly observing you,
sometimes waiting for your arrival
with racing heartbeat,
sometimes responding to your queries
with determined grim.
For i think a lot,
perhaps why could not act cool,
but it happens with no others
its just infront of you i become fool.
Still your consideration of me as good
instills a confidence in me
and then respect for you increases
may be whole world wants this
acceptance of uniqueness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem