Every night, every day,
Walking through the world—so low and high,
Not the one meant as uncertainty of road,
But what if it was uncertainty of thoughts?

With thoughts that shaped uncertainly!
That I never dared to ask in free—
But hinted with numerous affections…
Or maybe I was just invisible?

It doubts me…
Am I really visible,
Or are my works just not enough to get recognised?
Darkest steps, wildest dreams…
It comes every day with storms—
Ends every day with a hope.

Every time thinking,
How it would affect my loved ones?
But couldn’t I dare to ask myself its effect?
Tried my best to please everyone around…
But couldn’t I do it for myself?
Tried my best to stay with others in their hardships…
But why were mine neglected?

Huh! Unknowingly or knowingly—
When everything shifts in your life,
But you… stand by the side…


I wish it was 'Parisha',
Not the one neglected child in me.