From Kolkata |
December 05
About Me
Here it is, here you go
Asking me to decribe me
But tell me, with naked eyes
Do you see beneath the sea?
I look at me in the mirror
And I write what I see.
A boy in his twenties
Gazing at me with glee.
Little does he know about
The big bad world outside
All he wants is to be free
And burn the fire inside.
He dreams a lot, he fears none
He writes a lot, he reads none
He works a lot, he rests not
He does it all, that ought not.
