Once there was a little child,
Full of innocence, away from evil and wild,
Playing and singing,
Naughty and Everyone's favourite,
Like Little pure dove,
Who knew nothing except emitting love,
Little did the poor one ever know,
It wasn't gonna be all sunshine and rainbow.
The heaven-like home was turning into havoc,
For once they acted like everything is fine
Soon
Little one's feeling was no one's concern,
Tried so hard but had no love to earn,
Havoc started to spread and home was echoed with shouting,
It grew even bigger when the little one was sobbing,
Blames and flames were prying the halls,
The little one stopped crying outside the four tiled walls,
Half the family is torn apart,
The most favourite person left with the least love,
Not even considering little dove,
Questions were unanswered and crying made it worse,
Between the Cold Wars and the adult world curse,
With little cloth in hand, crouched on the bathroom ground,
Turned the tap on, and now the cloth in my mouth,
In silence and On a hard cool floor,
Little one permits its eyes to pour.
Little one grew up into an adult,
And knows exactly how this world is dealt,
And even then occasionally the little cloth helps...

Once there was a little child,
Full of innocence, away from evil and wild,
Playing and singing,
Naughty and Everyone's favourite,
Like Little pure dove,
Who knew nothing except emitting love,
Little did the poor one ever know,
It wasn't gonna be all sunshine and rainbow.
The heaven-like home was turning into havoc,
For once they acted like everything is fine
Soon
Little one's feeling was no one's concern,
Tried so hard but had no love to earn,
Havoc started to spread and home was echoed with shouting,
It grew even bigger when the little one was sobbing,
Blames and flames were prying the halls,
The little one stopped crying outside the four tiled walls,
Half the family is torn apart,
The most favourite person left with the least love,
Not even considering little dove,
Questions were unanswered and crying made it worse,
Between the Cold Wars and the adult world curse,
With little cloth in hand, crouched on the bathroom ground,
Turned the tap on, and now the cloth in my mouth,
In silence and On a hard cool floor,
Little one permits its eyes to pour.
Little one grew up into an adult,
And knows exactly how this world is dealt,
And even then occasionally the little cloth helps...

I tried not to care,
But that's not just who I am,
I tried so hard to be unaffected,
But what do I do with my weak heart,
I don't even know if you mean them,
But your words affect me so much,
Thanks for letting me learn
How to make a face of iron,
While your heart is tearing apart,
Just Breathing is difficult now, survival is very far,
I've mastered the game of adulthood,
Your mercy again from when I was a child,
One thing I'm grateful for is,
You'll never get to see this side of mine,
My little secret profession,
I've become a very fine actor now.

आप लोगों के अलावा,
कोई दूसरे के बारे में,
हम सोचना बि नहीं चाहते है।
मगर ये अपने ही हैं,
जो हमें समझ नहीं पाते हैं।

Someone admirable told me that,
"Never be ashamed of who you are, then comes who you wanna be"

In a few issues, in fact in a lot of issues
" Ignoring what others may think is good
But aren't people making a little too rude?"

You can hear them scream at night,
the men, locked in,
over at the hate factory.

It's a kind of purgatory.
A winter time
for the mind.

No light gets in.
No love either.
But you can see it all below
through the bars
on the window.