Here my own self dwells!
Here,my story in very brief, not like others you know,
Something different fiction it folded in its pages, and breathed inside very slow!
Nor it is so very rare,neither it is too known,
It is not the only one,
That you aren’t ready to go through and done..
As I’m not just any other, who may easily open the petals of their fragrant mind,
shy I was from my very childhood,
And you may named it as a curse!
suffered in each step,sacrificing with my injured soul,
I found the solution of choosing loneliness,
hoping not everyone really can feel my soul.
Someday I met a messenger of Him,
who somehow couldn’t reach me, that was my sin..
I confessed several times on behalf of my heart,
I’m not like others who can open the petals of their fragrant soul!