I'm still shy,
And it's not a lie.
They ask me, why?
But I don't have a proper reply!

This fact, I can't deny!
That, I'm an unsocial guy.
They ask me to give it a try,
But I can't talk to them eye to eye.

I'm a person with no social ally,
Because I know, they all are a sly.
Yet sometimes, I look for them nearby,
Mostly then, when my pain leads me to cry!

Now, it's time to identify,
In actual, who am I?
Am I born to be a societal fly?
Or, I'm destined to chase the sky?

She plucked hibiscus flower
And put it on her ear,
She laugh boisterously and
Even dance with the raindrops.

But dear, have you seen the sadness tucked in her eyes?

𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕,
𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅,
𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅
𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔.

In the deep of night,
You'll see the brightest star
—her teary eyes,
Wounded by her subtle battle.

                           —𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎.

Women in my life
have lifted me up
My heart was but brittle, hardened clay
unworkable

Gently and slowly on the potter's wheel
My heart was spun
by a village of mothers
Formed to beat again
Formed to love