Sneha Murali Poems

my mother, she calls me selfish
my father, he doesn't trust me at all
sometimes i feel my parents would do anything
just to hurt me and make me feel small
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away and far, away from my life
separated, torn away, away from home
all of a sudden, pulled from my chair
my body taken away, my soul left to roam
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I stepped on a broken ladder
the first step crumbled beneath me
I took another step, it kept on breaking
one step, two step, three...i could see
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why are you the way you are
why do you want me hurt
does our friendship mean anything to you
why do you treat me like dirt
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life has been hard as hard can be
and now it's my turn to run and be free
i feel like life's just beginning to shine
on this perfectly dull world of mine
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Foolhardy promises aren't kept to part
on one knows the pain when it breaks the heart
when you believe something you know is not true
it aches even more when you want to believe it too
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When i'm angry and when i'm mad
the whole atmosphere around me turns bad
my blood starts boiling and temper shoots out of my head
and i turn completely the colour red
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I come through the trees, i blow through windows
hurry past hurdles, mountains, the highs and the lows
you feel me sting during the monsoon rains
i'm wild and free, can't keep me in chains
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We are a group, a democracy
with right to speak out and right to be free
our system, you see is a little inapt
you can say, our system's corrupt
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i sit by the phone, but no one calls
not a soul, not even a single one
then a realization upon me falls
i got no friends, i'm friendless, of course!
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