I ended up in the world,
With a wish of being loved.
But the fate never gave me a chance,
To love myself.
Beauty all around the world,
Smiles and dimples, so beautiful,
Except me, having nothing pleasant.
I could never be the lucky one.
Wherever I watched the night sky,
He always stopped me,
I ended up longing to see my beloved,
I'm surely not the lucky one.
Hoping to live with them forever,
He did not have mercy,
Took them, leaving me all alone.
How can I be the lucky one?
The people, the things, the emotions,
I possess nothing,
Cause whomever and whatever I choose,
I'm never the lucky one.
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Real Me: MISSING
PuisiA collection of poems which were written by the missing me in solitude, in a reality-struck phase. Note: The parts are not interconnected. They are separate poems.
