I stand in the crowed but still feel alone
I am in a story whose end is unknown
I sell my freedom to remain a slave
I have no poison but still I'm called a snake
I have no wish I have no dreams
I live in smudge and try to be clean
I have no love, pain is my friend
I am not happy and I can't pretend
I breathe fast for my breathes to end
If you want my life I'm ready to lend
I am living but I'm not alive
If you are sad, think about my life
Srishti Sehgal
Abohai
(Punjab)
