I don't have a name you want;it's same old me
With similar naive thoughts.Yet,but let it be
My childhood days;the best I have ever lived
So far.And your magic back then was believed
Not just taken.And you owe me nothing else now
A heart full of sorrow;it's just mine somehow.
Dark is in my head-and no your skin is my face
It's hollow look at me;and bone's stitches to case
All over.From every depth of goodness they could
And trying their best to shape me-and no one would.
Something that kept me nameless;I'd always wanted that
You could never poke my beliefs so sharp.And then what
Would daunt after-A name for a face you gave to be proud
And take me somewhere-'a stranger for an unknown crowd'
~Shashi Raj Pandey
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