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Toddler
Sometimes roaming I ponder and wonder,
What a beautiful life it was for me as a toddler,
No matter what the gibberish I spoke it was converted into a meaningful sentence,
I could feel everyone’s and everyone could feel my presence, though a few of them,
But now nothing is according to my rhythm,
Even in a crowd of forty I feel distinct,
The seven month old child in this fourteen year old body is extinct,
I have a lots of things to share,
But none of them bother to hear,
This competition and comparison is loading me down,
Despite having a few good qualities I remain uncrowned,
Now I too realise that I can be as bright,
Now hold tight ! Let’s fight!
© Rhythm
What a beautiful life it was for me as a toddler,
No matter what the gibberish I spoke it was converted into a meaningful sentence,
I could feel everyone’s and everyone could feel my presence, though a few of them,
But now nothing is according to my rhythm,
Even in a crowd of forty I feel distinct,
The seven month old child in this fourteen year old body is extinct,
I have a lots of things to share,
But none of them bother to hear,
This competition and comparison is loading me down,
Despite having a few good qualities I remain uncrowned,
Now I too realise that I can be as bright,
Now hold tight ! Let’s fight!
© Rhythm
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