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!