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Jan 2018
As I step into this dark enormous world ,
Faces ignorant, the busiest they become.
Too blind to look up ,
Say, ‘Bonjour, good day!’
Alright, they really were busy ,
Laughs and their deep talks revealed it enough.
Never mattered for who I was ,
For their friends were they.
What changed if I were dysfunctional?
Would they turn up ,
Say, ‘It’s going to be alright’?
For now I stand in this crowd ,
Pretending a part of this contemporary world.
Truth doesn’t fake longer ,
To say who I really am.
I cross this road alone ,
Boarding the bus where I shall return.
Written by
Anam Asif  15/F/India
(15/F/India)   
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