Poezja

'In the midst of this world, where the others thrive
I kept on walking alone as a part of my own strives.

Though pricey but often it sold for free, 
Maybe I am overlooked as that happiness doesn’t make me glee

My beginnings were fragile, so would be my end
Why those veiled pains of mine couldn’t allowed to be mend

The flamboyant mankind nurtured almost in a form of tree, 
Maybe I’d secluded out as the same is not for me

Those gestures look good when someone falls in love, 
So what you love someone but what matters most is you being loved

Even I wants to be loved atleast to escape that flee, 
As only able being adored thus the same is not for me

The desperate journey of mine seems so long, maybe I’ll manage
To justify my own virtues within that haunted disable cage

All I want now is, neither being discriminated nor thy sympathy, 
So what I am disabled but my thoughts n dreams remains free
I want to be with everyone and envisage everyone’s with me…”