Poor Little Guy
Call me a poor little guy,
a barking little dog...
thought i am a dragonfly,
when i was an ugly frog...
I figure out that misty lie,
made me feel i've been in sky...
Now let this river wash my eyes........
I was crawling in the mud,
i thought i could fly..
I asked a flower
to bloom by my side,
To embrace my life
with joys and smiles....
But he denied and hide,
i asked why you shy...
He replied
-"you are just a poor little guy....
and get away from me,
i got many reasons to smile".......
It shook me up and i screamed,i cried...
But even the tears won't come out,,wanna know why?
Cause i am a poor little guy.......
I swear to God,i'll never give up,i'll try
i'll rise,i'll shine,even in the darkest skies....
I'll prove myself better,
the finest among the fines....
SO DON'T GIVE UP MY POOR LITTLE GUY,
It might be a stormy sky,
but spread your wings,
you've got miles to fly....
They said-'you are a barking dog,
now they'll know you can bite'......
You'll make them regret their tongue,
and they'll say why......
I CALLED YOU A POOR LITTLE GUY................
Copyright © Ankit Dedha | Year Posted 2013
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