She asks me who am I
And I have no any answer
Only I know how it feels
But I can’t tell it to her
She asks me who am I
She asks me very often
Does she ask me with intention?
Or she ask me just for fun?
Does she wants to tell me something?
Does she think of me as no one?
Is this a hint to me ?
Or am I going wrong?
She asks me who am I?
As I have no identity
I couldn’t introduce myself
And it is a major pity
She asks me who am I
She asks in front of them all
She ask with no hesitation
She makes all of them laugh
But its true that I’m no one
There’s nothing to be proud of
There’s nothing I’ve achieved
Neither a title nor a cup
But one day I will be known
And one day I’ll have answer
Then if she ask me that question
I will reply to her
Everyone who have this question
I ask them to just wait
Those who think I am not useful
I’ll make all of them regret
I will clear all her doubts
And that day she will be proud
My family and my love
That day is yet to come,…
- Author: Me HUman ( Offline)
- Published: February 14th, 2023 13:39
- Category: Love
- Views: 17
Comments1
AMAZING! lovely sense of production Well done! indeed the day will come for their questions to get answered...
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