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Not In Straight Line

*pic courtesy - painting taken from pinterest. I am telling you I am not perfect My bed is messed up all day long I have been said I am nothing but wrong My voice cracks open a tragic song My closet has clothes that don't fit me There are times when even my dog doesn't sit with me I am telling you Life is not supposed to be.. What you want to see.. I have been thrown out, shouted at, made fun of,  everytime I want to change and be free.. I have been called arrogant, stupid, mad, with ideas that shatter... I discovered things that no one in the room thought but only if it could matter.. I am telling you That people aren't perfect and nor they will ever be... If you wait for them to align You will be the one being struck out of line Don't think every criticism is fine Some are horrific with absurd design So what if I am not perfect I can tell that imperfection is abstract Breaking the rules is not nodding to solicitations I have tried, failed, then tried back ...

To My Daughter

When I see you..
I see me.
When I see you smile ..
Finding me from a mile..
When I see you grin..
Well that’s my chin.
When I see you climb..
Shall I give her a nudge ?
When I see you hide..
Shall I stay confide?
If it makes her feel good..
As she runs into me getting glued.
When I see you slide..
How enjoyable was that ride..
An unending glide.
Keeping an eye on her..
While she keeps splashing like the tide.
When I see you mad..
How happy as she still hasn’t figured sad?
When I see you try..
Shall I let her cry?
Or Shall I wiper her tears..
And fill her why.
When I see you unfair..
Should I strike her dare ?
But all I do is stare at those pair..
As she discovers the art of clever.
When I see you grow..
I couldn’t help but not think…
How do I get to know..
All this and more..
To give you the glimpse..
Of what’s in store.

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