I'm in front of my Mirror,
Just asking it, "Who you are?"
No reply's coming from there,
Just copying me what it hear.
I'm again asking, "Why don't you talk to me?
Like them, do you also want to be?"

On my legs, there're just a few plasters,
They throw weird looks at me while I walk using my crutches.

Many times, I tried to talk with them,
But each time they act like they don't even want to touch me, rather said, "How unfortunate you are, Shame!"

Yesterday, to book a ticket for watching a cricket match, I just stood in a queue normally,
But they suddenly...