Self Help
I need some fresh air,
I want someone to care.
I'm feeling rest less,I'm feeling sad.
I have no cause to be a little glad.
Any attempt to be happy
Only makes me mad.
Where is that fresh air?
Where is that person,who'll care?
Oh! I see, they are seen rare.
They travel to help strong people.
They have no time for a feeble.
They are set to nurse those-
Who don't call them.
Self Help is
Their relief anthem.
Copyright © Birumi Swati | Year Posted 2017
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