Sometimes I am sorry for not being able to reveal...

Live, cherish and smile

This was my job, my role.

Control over the body

And love the soul.

Be a role model by focussing on your goal.

Even the shoe is useless without its sole

Choice is: To become a gram or a mole?

I wondered if I were a shoe or a rack?

If I was confused or there's a concentration lack?

Whether the world is open or the earth is packed?

'The book' is full of such questions

But With no answers at the back!

Sometimes I regret,

Sometimes I fear

'Coz I owe a sense of responsibility, O dear!

I may like, may dislike

That's my personal choice.

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p>You think I am unboiled rice?

Trust me I am not at all nice!

'Even the burger's base is a bun'

Only one smile..

And my whole day is a fun!

I smile, I laugh.

But doing so is tough.

Meanwhile I become insecure.

Sometimes we argue,

And we fight.

Perhaps the mistake could be mine.

I cannot reveal

But the whole night, trust me, I cry...

Amidst hell, I live.

In dust, I breathe.

Am I unable to express something?

Yes, I do belong to that category.

Because I always care.

I too feel.

But sometimes I am sorry

For not being able to reveal....