Friday, February 13, 2009

Plz don’t call me stupid

I know im not worth anything
I know, there have been times when I upheld nothing
I know nothing for me counts
In my life, money name fame, nothing sounds
Neither do I bear any exemplary values
Nor do I own any rich avenues
Im just a common man with the commonest dreams
N my life cannot always be perfect, it seems
I too love enjoying pleasures of life sometimes
I too yearn to flaunt my assets n dimes
But what I am not, I can never be
I will always be as naïve, as me
(In comparison there is none greater naïve than the me in me)
I fail to avail the chances which I get to prove myself
N it never matters for the rest of the times, they are just of no help
The things that I do differently, becomes no different at all
N I never manage to do anything that could enthrall
But I am not stupid
I just don’t know how to overcome this feeling of being flaccid
My emotions, which I considered to be my strength, are now demeaning me
My thoughts though still keep on supporting me strengthening me
I don’t know how, but I will fight it out
I won’t let my hands down, I’ll find a way to be heard, to be loud

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