Listen

                            Listen

Every time she turns away,
the whispers start up,
"the hideous lump with her hair in a bump ,
skirt so fit and the top so did ,
heels so awk ,
make the ticklish walk
looks like the plump wants to follow the vogue !!!!."

And she pretends ,
pretends not to hear,
not to hear a thing,
trying to soothe the soul,
the thrashed little soul ....
" It's OK my dear ,
they don't know !
they know nothing!"

You know,sometimes it's hard
to bottle up,
And hard to fight back
So put your pen ,
And set that soul free,
that wounded soul free!!!
Little bard!!
Listen to your dumb heart,
The yelling of that dump heart ,
You will probably see how it ignites
" try not to fit to a mould of beauty,
a mould of wisdom , a mould of happiness
and a mould of pursuit,
Let l be me "