You know my name.
You know about me what I show you.
You don't know real me.
You don't know my struggle.
You don't know thr reason behind my smile.
You don't know whom I consider close to me.
You don't know why I present myself like that.
You don't know why I'm like this.
You don't know anything about me.
You've no right to judge on basis of what I do or what I show.
I wrote this poem infront of my mentor who was telling me about how much we do know about the other person who we either meet in daily basis or just talk daily with them.
But the truth is very much different from what we think it is.
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Faded Lines
PoetryA book of emotions narrating about the faded lines which are forgotten in the passage of time. A poetic outbrust of encaged feelings I'll post quotes, selfmusings, microtales, poetries written by me from time to time. Updated Twice A Day In short, i...
