THE TWIG....

Oh god,
No matter how strong and tough I try to be,
But I am a weak twig.
With two lovely eyes crying in pain,
Trying to express their vain.
With a wish that someone could understand,
Where my dreams stand.

Oh god,
No matter how happy and merry I try to be,
But I am a sorrow twig,
With my unshakened lips,soft and pink,
Stay hurted by the world so hard,
They not even trying to speak a word.
Unleashing my undescribed thoughts,
Keeping still yet but not.

Oh god,
No matter how lovely I try to be,
But I am a helpless twig,
People want me to be their magic wands to solve their problems,
No matter how much I try to fulfill their demands,
But being a twig I cannot do as they want.

The way I live,
The way I stay,
Will anyone think of me anyday.
Will the world know I am dead or alive,
If ever I don’t thrive.
Oh god,
No matter how strong and tough I try to be,
Yet I am a weak twig.