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Friday, June 12, 2015

That Lass!

There was once a bony lass,
Quietest in her whole class
She would feel awfully shy
And at drop-of-hat would cry
Though betrayed a content smile
But prayed God to change her life

Then she grew sick of her being
Of all banal and sheepish living
And of being a nervous wreak
For many days she told herself-
“Let the world go to hell
I’ll come out of my shell
And do my own thing
Sans a bit of bothering”

After that she just did not care
Of neither brickbats nor flatter
And self she started to adore
Her wings grew; she did soar
Anyways, it was also not her duty
To keep each damned soul happy!






8 comments:

  1. "It is not her duty to keep each damned soul happy' is the loud and clear message.I liked the rhyming verse very much.

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  2. just let be ourselves and then see the magic!

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    1. Hi Vandana

      yes, very true!

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  3. I loved every single line of this poem.. Well done Ankita..

    Cheers to you.. :)

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    1. Hi Geets

      Thanks a ton! I am so happy you liked this poem :D

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