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| Nilesh Navalkar Arts |
These are the gazes
They judge my appearance
and my ability.
Criticism is their language and they can’t utter praises.
Why can’t they stop the interference?
That’s it! enough of the adaptability.
I will do what I wish to
Because to myself, I want to be true.
Glad, the thoughts of my mind, I heard
Now, till the time I die
To my life, now one can draw the line.
Because I am a free bird
and I am meant to fly,
sparkle and shine.
©Harsha Navalkar
PS - I would like to thank @nil.arts for creating an artistic view of my poem.
©Harsha Navalkar
PS - I would like to thank @nil.arts for creating an artistic view of my poem.