I may not be any enticing pearl
But I am more than a glutton girl.
I may not be any magazine's front cover. ...
But I am more than a book lover.
Neither do I wanna be my dad's princess
Nor do I wanna be someone's queen
Neither do I wanna be the sister of a renowned brother
Nor do I want people to carry me on their arms further
I am not be the epitome of serenity
I am not the quintissence of sanity
I shout aloud and oppose the things I hate
I get insane and cry when people reject me saying"It was your fate"
YES I CRY
I cry when people leave me
I cry when my confidants don't believe me
ICRY........
All just see my crying
But when I am rising....no one is prying
All see my figure
What about my vigour???
Listen all...its not a suicide note
For I won't let the few crabs to make my life rot
I know I can't make something like Michalengaelo's " David "
I know I can't paint something like Escher's " Relativity "
I know I can't write something like Dante's " Inferno"
STILL an artist I would be
And would paint my life's canvas with liveliness
An itinerant I would be
And would wander over my every nerve, my every heartbeat, my every grey cell....
Untill I find the death door key
A Sculptor I would be
And would carve the most beautiful date ever with my love ...(my life-no)..my death
UNTILL I am in its arms.
(Thanks for reading♥)