I am here walking on my graves,
My own soul's grave;
Remembering that those were the days...
I was like a cute little chick,
Running around the house;
Claiming that I am 'Mougli'
Everyone was happy, including me.
Things have changed now,
I only have childhood memories,
To make myself smile.
Why it happened me to?
Or why my fate had to be this?
I don't know.
I am addicted to laughing.
I am laughing now,
As I realize what life has done with me.
I want to be happy,
I want to giggle,
I want to smile,
I want to laugh
And enjoy jokes,
But I guess life has made a joke of myself.
Days passed by.
I took control.
Walked through my graves,
As I made my weakness as my strength.
I am laughing again realizing what I have made out of life.
-PK***
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