I paced slowly to the school with an upset face,
Helplessly thinking about the hatred which I would embrace.
I had to apply a lot of effort to drag my feet,
Which became stiff so as to prevent my eyes to bleed.
They were quite aware of the pain that I suffered,
Because of which my all confidence was deterred.
I was reluctant to step into my school,
And I prayed to the Lord to claim all of my fuel.
But my wishes are the last ones to come true,
I had to go and stay with those few -
Who made my life miserable, faded and less free,
And during every night their sad reminiscence hovered above me.
Whenever anyone saw me, a pool of hatred could be sensed in the air,
And a spate of mockeries flowing shamelessly would come and stare -
Me, the way I live my life and the failure I've accounted for these years,
And my inability to struggle against them and mutely display my fear!
I have a name, which had been popular some years ago.
My perfection was used as an example and even my humble ego!
'Whatever good I achieved, I deserved', people used to say,
Then why only they are exposing me hard to an intenser day?
Today, more than my actual name I'm popular with my titles,
All those nasty, hurting phrases which are never subtle.
I have lost my identity and my charm is lifted,
Even that little hardihood I possessed is adrifted.
People still talk of me but that talk is full of contempt,
Why are everyone's words brimmed with revenge?
I'm exhausted finding a friend who could hold me,
And would lend his attention to attend my melancholy!
My eyes are welled.
Why such treatment I always felt?
Am I such a burden to bear?
Why I have only tears to share?
I feel suffocated and wounded when I meet these people everyday,
My mind tells me to approach them and say,
"Please don't ruin my life, give me another chance,
I can't afford to live a life in a neglected trance!"
It has been years since I'm facing this hatred which is always on elevation,
I've become rusted because of mockery and immense depression.
I want that people should call me by my actual name,
And for that I'm ready to shun all my popularity or fame!
Till then I call myself 'untitled'.
As it is better than those remarks,
I wish to walk no more frightened,
By the intensity of the dogs' barks.
Helplessly thinking about the hatred which I would embrace.
I had to apply a lot of effort to drag my feet,
Which became stiff so as to prevent my eyes to bleed.
They were quite aware of the pain that I suffered,
Because of which my all confidence was deterred.
I was reluctant to step into my school,
And I prayed to the Lord to claim all of my fuel.
But my wishes are the last ones to come true,
I had to go and stay with those few -
Who made my life miserable, faded and less free,
And during every night their sad reminiscence hovered above me.
Whenever anyone saw me, a pool of hatred could be sensed in the air,
And a spate of mockeries flowing shamelessly would come and stare -
Me, the way I live my life and the failure I've accounted for these years,
And my inability to struggle against them and mutely display my fear!
I have a name, which had been popular some years ago.
My perfection was used as an example and even my humble ego!
'Whatever good I achieved, I deserved', people used to say,
Then why only they are exposing me hard to an intenser day?
Today, more than my actual name I'm popular with my titles,
All those nasty, hurting phrases which are never subtle.
I have lost my identity and my charm is lifted,
Even that little hardihood I possessed is adrifted.
People still talk of me but that talk is full of contempt,
Why are everyone's words brimmed with revenge?
I'm exhausted finding a friend who could hold me,
And would lend his attention to attend my melancholy!
My eyes are welled.
Why such treatment I always felt?
Am I such a burden to bear?
Why I have only tears to share?
I feel suffocated and wounded when I meet these people everyday,
My mind tells me to approach them and say,
"Please don't ruin my life, give me another chance,
I can't afford to live a life in a neglected trance!"
It has been years since I'm facing this hatred which is always on elevation,
I've become rusted because of mockery and immense depression.
I want that people should call me by my actual name,
And for that I'm ready to shun all my popularity or fame!
Till then I call myself 'untitled'.
As it is better than those remarks,
I wish to walk no more frightened,
By the intensity of the dogs' barks.
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