Do I know myself ?
Do I know myself ?
Am I a dusty book on a shelf?
Many a times,
I please those I don't like.
I smile at those I despise,
I deceive my worldly words.
I raise my brow when I receive flowery swords.
Some times,
I puzzle the puzzled moron.
I play the pranks in a busy room.
I start my conversation with interrogative,
I shower whys like deerogatives.
All the times,
I wish to say no,
To the useless chores in a row.
I wish not to bow,
To the men whose trumpet all blow.
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