Like...

Not too much, not too little

Just smile like I make it, 

Jump over and over

Perhaps I can touch to height.

Beautified faces see again and again

Mirror has to obey my rule anyway,

Say, "I see myself queen always."

Like a breeze can sway

Like a storm hold a rage, 

Some lie with truth mash

It is 'OKAY' life with both have. 

Like a rose with thorn made

Warmth face and soul shine in heart ease all a same. 

I like to see my shadow 

It can be my love, care and true penny,

Also fight for those eyes

Who limits my felicity quite. 

I am constantly sharpening my way

By hard work ethic axe, 

Triumph or fall; It is all hell

Pocket of struggle meant to get

Okay...! Okay...! Sound of mine tell. 

I like to be strong, more strong

Gravity holds me once fell down,

If alone, I will find my inner trench

Or,If I found in crowd then will reach to that human self;

Know the world and watering full of grace! 

I like be like whatsoever here

Cause I have felt my tale in every image well

Now, I am waiting for new 'like' I will be

Till last door of dwell!