I..
I am Rashmi..
Please! Don’t crush me...
A bud, which doesn’t know,
How to bloom and become a flower.
This is my condition..
Now a days at every hour.
I am blank...
Looking in the mirror,
Which is so clear.
I found, a stranger to see..
Who?
Someone..
No! That’s me.
I am lost,
In reality or in dreams,
In silences or in
screams.
Where do I stand ?
I feel alone..
.. In the crowded land.
Who am I ?
I, the bud...
Will get crushed in the mud,
Due to the harsh sun rays..
My life will end, just in a few days.
Written By:
Rashmi Ramesh..
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