Sometimes I wonder
If I am an Alien
the odd one in the genetic race;
or with the awkward Kingkong face
as if my body is an ugly masterpiece
like the terrestrial goons that are teased.
I have blossomed over the ages
but who gives an approach to "The UGLY ME"!
Is it that I don't have a heart?
or is it that I am not of that sort?
when friends of mine get
the crazy gifts and proposes;
lie with their ones in the bed of roses,
Don't you men ever have a thought
that every girl need a safe couch
a pint of "sindur" and a lovely touch?
But ALAS!
I m like a T.B. patient
that No one wants to touch
keep in his pouch or in the couch.
Every men eye look
for the cool
the beautiful;
unfortunately, that's not me!
every men heart pounds
for the cutie-pie
a fashion model's size
unfortunately, that's not me!
YES!
It's true;
sometimes I tend to push "the love-rath"
but with mere one wheel, i tend to halt
sincerely god please give me an answer
why such a torture; what is my fault??
No one seeks the feelings none sees the heart
No one here is genuinely interested in love
It's just attraction that's called the love
It's mere infatuation that's called the love
It's the riches or just the lust;
And it's never the love that's called love!
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("rath" is a Nepali word that means cart."sindhur" is a traditional orange-red coloured cosmetic powder worn by a married women along the parting of her hair..)
© lostprabin
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