Confusion
Sometimes I feel my life is a curse
My birth is a mistake or got a fate that went empty
I find nothing inside it that could be given to me
No power, no money
No glamour, not even a tinge of Madonna
Sometimes I feel I got a blessed life
On anything, if I wish, I can write
This is a big lottery I won
The power, it wields more than a transformer
With the passage of time when glamour vanishes
The beauty of my writing day by day increases
This is a real confusion
And bring a conflict within the understanding of life
Sometimes for good, sometimes for bad
In my misery times, I look up
And become very sad seeing the colorful life of a cloud
Sorrow I sing and mingle the tune in the air
With a heavy atmosphere, I look down
The pain slowly goes away and mood takes a u-turn
From a gloomy person, I become a happy man
After seeing the life of a strapped leaf
And the people downtrodden who live at down Town Street.
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