I think,
What young souls normally don't.

I behave,
How young kids hate to.

I percieve,
How young people normally don't.

I say least
But feel most than you'll ever see.

If you ever need a friend,
I'll prove to be a comforting soul.

I see, what people normally don't
I believe, what isn't known, but still will be someday known.
It will be the most soothing truth for humanity.

I expect less,
And stay happy.
What kills me most
Is temporary people's 'Empathy'
What hurts most when they leave,
Is this mere 'Empathy'.


I'm me, and I never crave to be somebody,
I know, what I'll get will be the harvest of my own deeds.
Why then to worry?

I force not anyone to be the other somebody,
But all I expect, is Honesty, and that same courtesy.
A virtue that most always do'nt take seriously.

I'm thus an old soul,
In a young body
And I know,
That's  what my writings
Often speak!