I am not so perfect and instant like you people
Boring I consider your life so staple
I had always been so cautious and careful
Inspite of the routine, I had been so artful
Echoes of my voice ring in my ears all the time
So much it hurts to speak, if only I could mime
And convey my feelings, which my heart cannot carry
And to pen down every word pristine, wouldn’t I tarry?
But there’s something within that keeps me going
I guess it’s faith that’s through me flowing!
© A Zohena Creation | in association with HeartsoreGalore
11th August, 2013
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