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Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Heart Stone

When I fall, nobody comes to pick me up;
people stare at me and laugh and laugh,
they elbow me out but I pick myself up and stumble;
and still people expect me to be humble.

I just pretend to be good;
why shouldn’t I if they could?
they play games, they lie, they flatter;
and every time they do, I shatter.

I don’t wear heart on my sleeve;
even when I tell truth they don’t believe,
So I stay quiet, I stay alone;
and they think I am a heart stone.


I can’t be sorry, for I donno how to flaunt;
I just can’t be the way they want,
I have no regrets for the way I am;
So I chuck it when people start to blame.

Don’t temme what to do;
‘cause I already know,
all I ask them is to mind their business;
but they just can’t, I guess.


Let it be, I just don’t care;
now it doesn’t matter for me if they stare,
they won’t understand me till am gone;
so why do I care for such heart stone(s)?

~Shreya ♥
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3 comments:

  1. Shreya,

    One should always be what one is and do what own conscience allows. No need to put on false facade for acceptance by others.

    Take care

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  2. Well written. A two faced dual you might help you tread this road from the outside, but you'll be much yearning and aloof from the inside. Be what you are. There is more good than bad, even today. :D

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  3. poems after poems....
    you seem to be in superb poetical swing

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