Poorer me for the poorer soul, unfinished wishes, etched roles..
Celebrated life forgiven times, sympathy and love for whose story's untold..
Standing in the queue I see lives pass by..
But others see me shoving away the one who cries...
Let alone thoughts gathering here and there..pushing and nudging, is life for me fair?
Money and name its all in the game, too much inquisitiveness, ahh! Thats a shame!
Then I see why such hypocrisy, its me I am a girl, my life is only what all foresee..
Poorer me for the poorer soul, unfinished wishes, etched roles...
Celebrated life forgiven times, sympathy and love for whose story's untold...
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