So I have to let it out
From a long time, I have been holding it on...

Beacause people will always make fun of you
No matter what you do...

There they stand
With their pretty faces...

*I am not a boy, but on poem's demand, I had to...
Yes Mom, I am leaving home...

No, I didnot wanted to do this from a long time
Didnot wanted to write any sad poem...

Althrough my life I worked
Entertained people with all my heart...

She has had enough
She is tired...

I met a guy
Who was just Twenty Three...

Yes, I have made mistakes
Life didnot came to me with an instruction book...

I am a poet
Who I am...

These voices keep knocking me
Side by side, left to right...

No, you weren't my love
No, you weren't my life...