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Am I?


They say there is a sadness behind the twinkle in eye

a tear camouflaged in my beautiful smile

An emptiness they see in me,

Why don't they just let me be?

An act of kindness, an act of misery,

not to accept the way life could be.

They say I shouldn't be what I could be,

and then what I am is not what I ought to be!
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Rika said…
nice poem Teja...good to see a post after a long time..i've been waiting to read something on ur blog...this is defnitely worth it...
March 27, 2009 at 12:33 PM
AT said…
Teja, ureally are a genius and so original!i love reading ur poetry as it portrays my turmoil too!so true to life..... bless u dear!asha t.
March 29, 2009 at 1:46 AM
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