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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