Harsh words spoken, a deadly song
Glaring doesn't help, nor does moping
This too shall pass -- I'm hoping
Clenched fists, scowls and frowns
Yes indeedy, looking like a clown
For positivities, sunshine, desperately groping
This too shall pass -- I'm hoping
Anger is not good, boy do I know
Why do I feel it, why do I show
My nafs needs some serious soaping
This too shall pass -- I'm hoping
Maybe I insist too much, or cling-ofye
I am a nuisance -- why don't I realise?
Fate's strict hand, yeah well, I'm coping
This too shall pass -- I'm hoping
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7 comments:
hawww! kia hogaya?
Ahh.. its not a good feeling to be reprimanded from all directions, that's all.. um, and I'm kinda mad at the whole society in general..
Bus :S
Thanks for dropping by :)
yeh society to baree sharartee hai. Lemme guess, its the shadi dilemma every female in our country has to go through? :P
The post is only half related to that... :) but you're mortifyingly right. Was it that obvious.. :S
not really, im just good with this stuff :P
That is a sad (and very creative) poem with a sad kid..
I am a nuisance -- why don't I realise?
Fate's strict hand, yeah well, I'm coping
This too shall pass -- I'm hoping
And I am sure, you are not a nuisance...:)
@Ahmar
Oh I can be.. definitely..
It's kinda about how unbending one is...about one's views. The degree of bending is inversely proportional to the level of nuisance :)
Thanks for the comment!
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